Collect Me At My Best

Yeah, aye Get a whiff of the bitch When she comes out the shower Wait a minute baby I'll be your towel A couple puffs on my blunt Would you look at the hour Trynna fuck, then I dip You ain't getting no flowers from me hoe Rain and thunderstorms just come when I arrive Naturally The walking dead have fucking died, aye Pull up in a cemetery with a forty-five, headshot Just to blow my brains out, brain's out on the side Finally Splitting heads in the grinder while she's giving me head A drive-by with a sniper now me looking a threat Cuz Imma need a damn lighter Spiders crawling in bed It's either that or die higher So just follow the bread that I left In the corner in the back of the shed I got bad fucking habits And they feed on my flesh I need the blood inside of my veins To turn as black as the sea When you looking at the water Six feet in the deep You'll find me Smoke- smoke- smoke- smoke- Smoke a cigarette when the ash falls on the ground I'll be dead with the blade in my hand Gas stuck inside of my lungs when I exhale A black cloud coming out That's how you know hoe, that this is the end Got my name written down, death note on the cover It's like you know I'm here to suffer baby Here goes another Unseen text Satan left me on read Black hole for a chest Won't you just come collect me at my best But the reaper came to work at the worst possible time I say fuck it I already wanted to die So he just did me a favor Fuck god he's a hater Smoke blunts in the nature Pistol-whip that motherfucker Point blank with the shotty Centipedes in my body Two grams with my coffee She know I'm loving it sloppy, yuh Balls hanging low both slapping her jaw She sucking the life and the soul Out my body behold a pale horse Yeah boy