ChokeHold

(альбом: UnderTheWillowTree - 2019)

Looking like the Bogeyman, all black hoodie man
Looking in the motherfucking darkness
Always wanna get it man, [?] man
Matter a fact, it's far from it
Straight up at the morgue, pale white corpse
Your bitch look to me like phonics
High to the be where it's darkened
Sunlight, I wish I could stop it
Drive down to the earth like a comet
We accelerate rock like onyx
Life is a lie, to be honest
There's a reason I tend to be violent
I been, coping with the fact I'm here
Everyday is a new nightmare
Life is a bitch, she don't fight fair
Sometimes I despise the concept of air

Please, put me in a choke hold
I don't wish to be a here, no
Please, put me in a choke hold
I wanna call and let you come home