White Punk
Coldstation
[Verse 1: PHARAOH]
Scars up on my wrist I gotta shake it down the sand
Never fuckin' smiling 'cause I'm ready for the end
I was told the cemetery like it was my only friend
Smoking paper from the sand I never asked you to be mad
Pray on your chick, on your bitch, on your grave
Pull up bitch down and she's ready for slain
And my memories dead, I dont want you to stay
Hold me here at your place like the breath at your waist
Hold back, hold back, hold back all of you
I gotta distinguish people of you
Spilling the salt and you thick into glue
Bitch I see as you cry and you stay unsecure
Cause I'm the scary [?]
I'm still fuckin baping
All i give is manic
She's the only ending
Jumping out the venue
Tell me to forget that (Ay)
Tell me to forget that

[Verse 2: Killstation]
They do it to
They fucking do
Don't give a fuck
[?]
All I wanna fucking do is count paper
[?]
[Outro: Killstation]
They came for us, and I came through
If you listen closely you can hear it too
I don't hear myself and you motherfuckers that was tryna tell me what I can't do
Cause if you take one then I'll take two
You fake love and I'll speak the truth
I know the way you're feeling every time you hear name but you can blame it on the world and let the hated run through you
Bitch