Fyre
On My Own
[Mxlplx]
To the moon in a flash
Full bloom and born to mash
Ain't shit new, this war will last till we're through
After we're past, killing you like stacks of cash feeling blue
I can't laugh, what's the deal?
Where they at, what's it feel like to make it back?
Cut this and peel way out the black
Cutlass rider counting down
Touch this fire, bow to this crown
Screwface rider bound to clown every two face liar in my zone
Way too tired to drive you home
Can't believe that I'm on my own

[Swank]
Ice cold kisses, shots from the roots
It seems fictitious, fears keep me loose
Keep 'em tight right beneath my boots
All in the fire, time to feel the mute
Warmth of love's mire
Keep driving even though we expired
From the world to a wind on three tires
Sucking on the nipples like a pacifier
Reality's a dirty bitch, and we ride her
If it's real, then it best take us higher
Cuz I see a lane to the left just like a
Diem as a dream, highway's getting wider
Aim the bullet at our chest 'cause we're fighters
Friends break my back, I face the others
Outside the blessed, damn you motherfuckers
Betray me I'll love you, we're all gonna suffer
Separate by birth then burning together
Gotta say the struggle feel so damn better
There's no time to wish we had kept her
Can't wait till she gets ahold of my letters
[Young G]
Surprise, I'm high and I'm rapping bout it
Look around the room and everything is shrouded
Could you find my sober style, I doubt it
Thoughts in my mind find life can be crowded and clouded
Devout hits of a psycho psilobin
My will again, thrill in sin, shrill pen
I'm riding with gliding drifts
Laying mind, twist a gift as a good mood
In a spliff in the valley of the trip looking for a cliff

[Mxlplx]
Without fear, pimps crouch near blazing suns sprang
One too many clues spinning blues
Tinting viewpoints through joints magnified, wicked after wise
Lifted cactus dry
Dim lit answers, intentions transferred when questions fade slowly
They hold me suspended, floating up fences, exposing numb senses
Them show me what death is, squared
Never on, care stretch beyond their limits where finished
Automatic man screams fire
Cock back, click, and retire