We're Killing Ourselves

Dead faces is all I see
Off the grid you dont know me
I come through takahashi jeans
No proof when I leave the scene

You cant see when I blur your vision
When that .40 pop that's a firm collision
Ill go ghost giving no position
They say he full of life but he don't fit the description
If I pass out its from all the ways I'm counting cash now
Bag route had to switch directions but im glad ill
Grab that .45 if you bad mouth
I know that you a pussy so
tell me how does that sound

They take what they want
In return they come to help
They fake a response
But we're killing ourselves

Dead faces is all I see
Off the grid you dont know me
I come through takahashi jeans
No proof when I leave the scene

No proof when I leave the scene
No proof when I leave the scene
No proof when I leave the scene