STATIC IN THE WIND

Leave a message at the tone

Subtle staring at my bones

Ghost is pairing at the coast ya

Sharing rope inside the dome

For hope bringing home the dough

Led to dope to do alone ya

Bunch of static in the wind

Nothing matters in the end go ahead and chase the win ya

I be poaching on the fins choking bloated from the sin

I been found but thought I givin' up

Every other minute try to live it ya

Death inside the chaos ain't it real enough

2 slices in the peeling then 1 sealing up

They all making reels and I ain't feeling none

Spin the wheel its spun

Body bag and run

Now another one

Marching toward the gun

Of the side that won

If you free you done

Load another pun

Poem that feels rugged bout the sunken sun

Another bag of luggage for a hundred funds

Poem that feels rugged bout the sunken sun

Repeat this cuz I'm lazy and I'm fucking up

Leave a message at the tone

Subtle staring at my bones

Ghost is pairing at the coast ya

Sharing rope inside the dome

For hope bringing home the dough

Led to dope to do alone ya

Bunch of static in the wind

Nothing matters in the end go ahead and chase the win ya

I be poaching on the fins choking bloated from the sin

I been found but thought I givin' up

Every other minute try to live it ya

Death inside the chaos ain't it real enough

2 slices in the peeling then 1 sealing up

They all making reels and I ain't feeling none