powder.
soon.
produced by greaf.
lyrics.
sick animals deceased ridin interstates
off the truck to the market then your dinner plate
and you think you clean
none of my labels read BHT
plant based proteins
slow me like morphine
everything saturated
everything for me
for you if you want it to
i know its hard because the humans fucked up the loop
sick people spend money why the fuck you look astonished
what the fucks a business wanting other than profit bitch nothing just breathe
dont think too deep
where the undertow heavy and the current dont leave
under trees where the shade bring safety
all my mother hoped was that i got home safely
BPA free bottles on the counter too cashed as of lately
i dont wanna think about
i know what you sayin
stop with the speakin cuz i done heard everything
dont come to close to me boy i hurt anything
dont wanna be here but thank you for letting me
look in the mirror and think am i whats best for me
raised in the place where its best if you die
nothing theres enough to keep you alive
even if you do find work
youll still be living in a town made of dirt
fresh grains from the best plains
at the shows headbangin till its neck pain
next blunt next night then the next day
im cashed till i exit let me explain
no phone no number no conversation
blood creepin through my veins with such contemplation
do we wanna let him live hell no
they could struggle till they go
but theyll never be bones
i know what you sayin
prguitarman
romaincrisis
yousharknotpass
kaledo-art
areudirty
annaxmalina
