Chronicles

Mental asylum every day I'm living in it

Mental asylum every day you're living in it

Mental asylum every day we're living in it

Mental asylum every day I'm living in it

Mental asylum every day I'm living in it

Mental asylum every day you're living in it

Mental asylum every day we're living in it

Mental asylum every day I'm living in it (yeah)

Ahem, 1, 2

Rolling like a stone, I stayed cold

To the fucking bone, everyone

Feels so alone, in this world

I've been hard to reach, don't call me

Cocaine chronicle

Yeah you heard it, I'm a fucking drug addict

Fuck with me, I'm living tragic

I could never break my habits

My mental state is a labyrinth

Oxxycodone in my basket

Got sex dolls in my casket (yeahh)

I hate the right wing, the left wing, it's the same fucking bird

If it's love or drugs

It's the same fucking word

They say I'm problematic, I don't care period

Cocaine chronicles everywhere

And as my soul floats

I couldn't find the perfect rhyme to describe my imperfect crimes

Everything is a division, is a wall, is a barrier

And my personality that never fit in

But as I approach slow motion once again

I can tell you this

My mental asylum locked me away at 14 years old

Every day I prayed for a brand new machine gun so I could have fun

But all that I got is a heart that is numb

Rolling like a stone, I stayed cold

To the fucking bone, everyone

Feels so alone, in this world

I've been hard to reach, don't call me

Cocaine chronicles

Cocaine chronicles

Cocaine chronicles

Cocaine chronicles

Cocaine chronicles