Gambling On Death

Lyrics

[Verse 1: RVPID] ? [Verse 2: Sunshine Christo] I don't wear no designer, I'm grimy like a lighter Send your friends to the fire, infernal desire Chipped you like a tire, scare you, you're a crier The situation so dire, but I'm so inspired By the tragic events, I leave no comment Trying to make art, but your shit's too common Something's wrong with the way that I'm responding It's not normal to think these thoughts, but I'm still balling Trying to make an appeal, so we can get this shit off Quick with the strap, but my aim a little off I wouldn't be surprised if you werе to fucking crash You took too much pills, and you always sitting on your ass Then people ovеrdose, and I'm supposed to feel surprised Like I should've bet on that, open up gambling on dying I bet fifty dollars this junkie will be dead by the month I'm running past you, get a taste of my dust I was trying to be a friend, all I got was fucking shunned