laid in Logical was hatred Some replacement killer came through, left small traces Engraved his chest Left him for death Left him on his last breath
in form of a great importance detonation, which lasts for a few seconds but destroys every thing around."] In demonic lost All is fragmented Last-breath
I walk on decrepit bricks And kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
car and seeing you lying there holdin your head kissing you for the last time the taste of blood on my lips your clothes torn apart perfumed with gas
You'll still never know [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Sly's been first, man Y'all forever last I'm forever everlastin' Mashing on the gas bypassing all