Where the moss grows out
When the people come
I can take the cops
I can kill dem the things
When I'm feeling bad
I can lock my doors
I can f*** my girl
I can Paris out
What the death it is?
Stop the powdered skies
Let the people wash
Let the vultures fly
Where the Res is at?
What the f*** is that?
I'm-a drive away
At the door of black
The bloom of doom the height
Of fitted masks and barely ask
To bask in caskets in the fast
Of gas to pass the hide
The rain is barely what it used to
But the birds are fed
I always wonder why my head darks
And I'm hating others
The Earth in cellophane the plains in veins
Of human science
I've probably hurt a tree or two
OK
Massive as the breath of totems buried
I'm rarely thinking bout the animals I'm stacking
No this isn't hippie
Think without the villain
Maybe you'll be famous
Maybe we can change this
Later we can argue
Melting all the weapons
Vision quest the country
Cry into the sun
f***
Carry what the f*** we wanna be about
Walk until the soles of us is burning
The masses never care when you're an idol
And passive as the feathers of the grounded
When the people come
I can take the cops
I can kill dem the things
When I'm feeling bad
I can lock my doors
I can f*** my girl
I can Paris out
What the death it is?
Stop the powdered skies
Let the people wash
Let the vultures fly
Where the Res is at?
What the f*** is that?
I'm-a drive away
At the door of black
The bloom of doom the height
Of fitted masks and barely ask
To bask in caskets in the fast
Of gas to pass the hide
The rain is barely what it used to
But the birds are fed
I always wonder why my head darks
And I'm hating others
The Earth in cellophane the plains in veins
Of human science
I've probably hurt a tree or two
OK
Massive as the breath of totems buried
I'm rarely thinking bout the animals I'm stacking
No this isn't hippie
Think without the villain
Maybe you'll be famous
Maybe we can change this
Later we can argue
Melting all the weapons
Vision quest the country
Cry into the sun
f***
Carry what the f*** we wanna be about
Walk until the soles of us is burning
The masses never care when you're an idol
And passive as the feathers of the grounded