T.RiCH - FALLEN.ANGEL. lyrics

Dead man walkin' When you see me I don't talk I got xannies in my lean I put that dope up in my sock Dead man sipping on that tech I cannot stop Stacking money to my face I just keep counting like a clock People treat me like a god But really I'ma piece of trash Cut my wrists to sleep at night Then smoke some weed to bring me back Jump off the edge no strings attached I'm just a walking body bag I take a brick karate that Then scale it back out in the back Cigarette, pills, blunts, hoes Will I ever make it? sh**, only God knows Will I ever make it? sh**, only God knows Will I ever make it? sh**, only God knows She f**in' hate me when I have to go I know But I gotta hit the road I gotta get back to my zone She f**in' hate me when I have to go I know Cigarette, pills, blunts, hoes Will I ever make it? sh**, only God knows Will I ever make it? sh**, only God knows Will I ever make it? sh**, only God knows Dead man walkin' When you see me I don't talk I got xannies in my lean I put that dope up in my sock Dead man sipping on that tech I cannot stop Stacking money to my face I just keep counting like a clock People treat me like a god But really I'ma piece of trash Cut my wrists to sleep at night Then smoke some weed to bring me back Jump off the edge no strings attached I'm just a walking body bag I take a brick karate that Then scale it back out in the back