FourSeasons

(álbum: BasketCase - 2023)

BasketCase

There's a deafening silence inside my head
A weapon right under the bed
But checking out's not an option when you dead
I'd rather address it instead
I prefer this pain over meds
I choose to suffer bitch, fuck it, the end of the day ain't the end
Back to my motherfucking old ways
Combat boots, trench coats in the hallways
Happiness is far away, anger's my neighbor
Knocking at my door, I hate that I love to answer
Used to roll around in a Tahoe
Broken windows swerving in and out of potholes
Now the valley pull up to my spot, oh
I forgot my dope and said, "No problem"
I'm stepping into Four Seasons, riding for no reason
White trash, five star only for the weekend
Living like a yuppie was a goal and we done it
Muddy boots on the table when we eating out in public
20k throw a rave in the middle of the Prada store
Back in the day I rocked my sneakers til my toe show
Life is a lie, death is the truth
You dial 911, I just call my troops
There's a deafening silence inside my head
A weapon right under the bed
But checking out's not an option when you dead