Crying With The Ghosts

Lyrics

Aiming high Fuck the fee up They gon' die When they see us Don't sleep Bitch you weak You a dog Got a treat This ain't candid boy Yeah, I know they watching Got that hammer point Yeah, up to nail their coffins Standard shit! Load the clips! Off the rip Rest in piss Armor up Bitch u done Yeah We don't run From the sins We commit Burn the guards Like a bridge They won't cross us again They can't cross us again Eyes just like Grim reaper Breathe deep We're free Bleed my blood to keep My people From the evils creepin Eyes always swimming in my head Cold, like the world they rеflect I felt the spacе between me and reality stretch I'm always tryna close that gap before I fall off the edge Hard not to look back at the depths Hell is real, it just don't come at the end It's your sense of self warped by the stress It's the peace you know once was, but you can't recollect It's this nightmare that they paved in cement You claim we in it for the end, you're correct