The Mill

(Landfill) Run up the mill Chase the dollar bill, uh Run up the mill Chase the dollar bill You don't wanna fuck around And die on that hill Keep your jitters steady, uh In the morning, gotta get ready, uh There's no damn confetti, yeah This party's getting messy, yeah I walk in, feelin' myself Riddin' myself of ill will I perk up, not on Perc' Fix yourself, that's the deal Creature staring at my glow Better flash and let 'em know How this go There's no out, only up That's for sure In the mix, grabbin' drinks Take a sip, let it sink What you think? Are you trippin'? Can you blink? Grab my knife, let it skin Let it blood, let it thin All that blood in the drink I think that it's turnin' pink, yeah Run up the mill Chase the dollar bill You don't wanna fuck around And die on that hill Keep your jitters steady, uh In the morning, gotta get ready, uh There's no damn confetti, yeah This party's getting messy, yeah All this noise got me buggin' in my sleep, sit still All this walkin' got me achin' in my ankle, let's chill All this chatter got me chatty when the opposite is real All these thoughts circling 'round like I'm runnin' through the field In the midst of all the pressure It can garner out some steel Like machinery at work Nothing cares 'bout how you feel When you're achin' in the habit of what works Don't you know? That there's always something else Something unlike of before Run up the mill Chase the dollar bill You don't wanna fuck around And die on that hill Keep your jitters steady In the morning, gotta get ready, uh There's no damn confetti, yeah This party's getting messy, yeah Run up the mill Chase the dollar bill You don't wanna fuck around And die on that hill Keep your jitters steady In the morning, gotta get ready, yeah There's no damn confetti, yeah This party's getting messy, yeah