I get high from bass lines, Trippin off of the treble
Funky like fresh coast, but grity like heavy metal
Lets head to the crossroads, dealin with the devil
When i go to hell in 20 years, ill dap em and say hello
I taunt a coffin with an awful grin
as I toss off caution for pockets stocked with sin
often caught with nostrils chalked with win
my thoughts often lost blown off in the wind.
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