fighting biting out o control loosin my teeth losin my soul the old witch knows what i’ll go through she’s seen the end and she’s telling me to
wake up wake up
ghastly ass attitudes come to bed every night i go head to head personification fear and greed toss me aroun like a tumbleweed
wake up wake up
runnin around with a heart of foam achin and shakin i only roam through the ruins of the danger zone hell in a bathroom i have no home
in this dream i’ve been havin for weeks the old crone grabs me by the cheek pulls me close and begins to talk
i’m a beautiful body but nobody will look i’m a bus full o kids rollin off the dock i’m accused of murder but i can’t talk i’m allowed to leave but the door is stuck
i’m ablunt gettin smoked and i can’t wake up i’m a truck on a hill and i can’t stop im’ assuming the worst cause it always reverts and i’m certain that my bubble is about to burst
wake up wake up
mysteruous deats in ya family tree question marks in ya ancestry has one o yall ever died peacefully only ever stories o tragedy
wake up wake up
buckets of blood spilled by women who give the evil eye if i’s not a chase it’ll be a fight hope i never dream tonight
wake up wake up
i’m gonna change these wayward ways with which i’ve lived for ten thousand days memory is basically a stressfull haze runniun from the demons i’m supposed to face
wake up wake up
Words by Rivka and Mike iLL Music by Mad Happy Copyright BMI
28/08/2014