What the f-

[Verse 1]
Tar pit slick, slinging dark shit quick
On the carpet, I make, that you're moving like a carcass
Car park grit, cut it off, from the [?] crew
Gonna wanna quit, over shit, said I miss [?]
Boss one click, on the black bar, stick
Put the headless on the list, on the back [?], park it
Stalker, mister, I really dismissed it
[?] adapt, the piss then I get [?]

[Chorus]
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, wildfires in the ocean
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go thеn I go
Eyes on the coast, wildfires in thе ocean

[Verse 2]
Guard, on the seat, never strike from beneath
I'm a dirty young [?], but I never compete
Put grease, in my conscious red tree, let the geese out
When am I supporting my degree just like a [?]
Moss decor, see me empty young god on the cross
My pursuit of pitfalls, in the dark skies
Push, the talk, in the bright like it's finite
Intercept any and come in closer, get the fucking brine
[Chorus]
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, wildfires in the ocean
Ghost bag, filled with most of the
Concrete carried on back, by the hostess
No map, when I go then I go
Eyes on the coast, wildfires in the ocean