Gambling On Death

[Verse 1: RVPID]
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[Verse 2: Sunshine Christo]
I don't wear no designer, I'm grimy like a lighter
Send your friends to the fire, infernal desire
Chipped you like a tire, scare you, you're a crier
The situation so dire, but I'm so inspired
By the tragic events, I leave no comment
Trying to make art, but your shit's too common
Something's wrong with the way that I'm responding
It's not normal to think these thoughts, but I'm still balling
Trying to make an appeal, so we can get this shit off
Quick with the strap, but my aim a little off
I wouldn't be surprised if you werе to fucking crash
You took too much pills, and you always sitting on your ass
Then people ovеrdose, and I'm supposed to feel surprised
Like I should've bet on that, open up gambling on dying
I bet fifty dollars this junkie will be dead by the month
I'm running past you, get a taste of my dust
I was trying to be a friend, all I got was fucking shunned