[Verse 1: Ouija]
Tell me what came first the maggot or the flies buzzin’ round my body when I die
How could something so dead be alive
Some other soul that wasn’t mine on this purgatory grind
Feel like shit ain’t nothing new there
Going out gold grill dirty red hair
Heaven gotta ghetto almost let me in there
Need a rent voucher though (?)
Plot twist might slit my wrist let it hang out the window and circle the blocc
Casting protection my blood is the circle my body my legacy here on the blocc
Shoulder to shoulder my posse we walk
Death has a voice and its starting to talk
The demons won’t let me dispose of my body
The host is in service they want me to rot
Summoning those you have lost and forgot
The spirits have needs and some things that they want
Energy left when a body is dropped
Its lingering here and it haunts me a lot
When I’m gone at the OE floor
With a 3.6 (?)
Say a line from a Swag Toof song
I done said everything you need to know
Get em’ off man let me go
Got a spirit that I’m trying to get to know
Dead homies I ain’t wanna let go
I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no live no mo’
I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no live no mo
Why you think I’m rolling with the foe
Why you think I’m chain-smoking cigarettes
Why you think I’m calling y’all out in every song
I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no live no mo
I just talked to God on the phone (what he say?)
I just kept talking man he ain’t say nothing homie why you think I feel like I’m alone
[Verse 2: Choirboy]
Feel in this moment I could die
Fighting for breath and I’m getting kinda tired
Put my hands into the sky
Can somebody tell me why
Good God Good God no lie
But this life got me gripping on the .45
(?) know why people paint the bullseye to their own dome after questioning the most high told ya
Sometimes he don’t answer ya
Moms might not have cancer bruh but now she slowly dying from some shit they got no answer for
Turn me into Manson bruh
Dread haven’t slept stressed debt dead
And my family feeling like I left and ain’t a day that I don’t miss them
This just ain’t what I envisioned imprisoned by missing memories hidden behind intention
Them visions got me kissing right by them with no pot to piss in
Painting stories of addiction searching for a greater mission
It ain’t easy I ain’t greedy
Just want family get whats needed
And fending for a season that I know all my homies eating
After so long I’m beliveving know that I just can’t be dreaming for I’m leaving I just wanna know does this life have a meaning

[Hook: Ouija]

I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no live no mo’
I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no live no mo
Why you think I’m rolling with the foe
Why you think I’m chain-smoking cigarettes
Why you think I’m calling y’all out in every song
I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no live no mo
I just talked to God on the phone (what he say?)
I just kept talking man he ain’t say nothing homie why you think I feel like I’m alone