STATIC IN THE WIND

Leave a message at the tone
Subtle staring at my bones
Ghost is pairing at the coast ya
Sharing rope inside the dome
For hope bringing home the dough
Led to dope to do alone ya
Bunch of static in the wind
Nothing matters in the end go ahead and chase the win ya
I be poaching on the fins choking bloated from the sin
I been found but thought I givin' up
Every other minute try to live it ya
Death inside the chaos ain't it real enough
2 slices in the peeling then 1 sеaling up
They all making reels and I ain't feeling none

Spin the wheel its spun
Body bag and run
Now anothеr one
Marching toward the gun
Of the side that won
If you free you done
Load another pun
Poem that feels rugged bout the sunken sun
Another bag of luggage for a hundred funds
Poem that feels rugged bout the sunken sun
Repeat this cuz I'm lazy and I'm fucking up

Leave a message at the tone
Subtle staring at my bones
Ghost is pairing at the coast ya
Sharing rope inside the dome
For hope bringing home the dough
Led to dope to do alone ya
Bunch of static in the wind
Nothing matters in the end go ahead and chase the win ya
I be poaching on the fins choking bloated from the sin
I been found but thought I givin' up
Every other minute try to live it ya
Death inside the chaos ain't it real enough
2 slices in the peeling then 1 sealing up
They all making reels and I ain't feeling none