Late in The Crypt

VERSE:
You see it's late and yet my days have been catastrophe
I ignore my mind as much as i just can't get back to peace
Open up the door, and all my smoke just fills capacity
Take my fucking life inside these woods, they won't come back for me
When the tree branch falls and the sky turns black
I was hanging on the side off rip heart attack
Grape blunts and a soda i be keeping in my bag
Yeah my mind ain't good i just need to cut back
Seen them stars in my rearview
Think i need to get lost all alone and i need you
In the crypt with the weed too
We would stay locked in, 4 years say it ain't true
Serenades from thе wind, i be feeling on my gun
Trigger discipline for this rеz kid, huh?
Blacked outfit like i'm going on a hunt
For some useless fucks always putting on a front

FIN