(Asaad)
Ugh
Making a temporary heaven in a special hell
Where sick fuk's & bad bitches go together well
And we wish for ideas at the devils well
Waking up the living dead with our alarm, rebel yell
Its sorta wild how our pain emits serene screams
The same nightmare every night, now what the fuk's a dream
Every things fuk'd this shit is really what it seems
The grass is always green on the other side, we never seen
Bitter cold happiness, chalkboard scratcher
It gets no realer, and it gets no blacker
Luxurious thrasher, ass ssa backwards
Don't mind me I'm making light of dark matter
They don't wanna her a young n***a complain so we don't
We rage, wild in like we fresh out the cage
Cause killing with kindness, is like a hit man that don't get paid
And fuk being humble, being humble don't get you laid
So i stayed home, the place i felt the most hurt
And life means nothing on this place called earth
Thats why we sell our souls for all its worth
And if you wanna see a devil in a suit, go to church
How could you go to hell if you don't know nothing about it
And if I'm in it now, how the hell i get up out it
Feeling ilke a fancy fuk, with my 1000 dollar wallet
I'm worth shit with it, and I'm worth less with out it
I'd be damned if i do, and dumb if i don't
See it all, alive and not so well in living color
Bleach it off, caught red handed
No it wasn't me at all
Blame the devil for everything
And Sleep It Off…
Black City
Sleep It Off...