Quarter tank of gas, hauling ass to the next town
Destination unknown, driving with my best friend
Little grumpy, maybe hungry
When we fill up grab some munchies
Hit the register and empty out its money
Cashier bloody on the ground
Damn we made a mess again
Messes what we in
Cleanliness is next to godliness
We only next to sin
Needles press in skin
Feeble wits begin
Waxing philosophic bout what they don't comprehend
Call it evil anagram or rewind it if you can
Live in the flesh
Yours I caress 'til Koresh
Not a profit but some profits i finesse
Out the pockets
With a dime right beside me that'll occupy they optics
They looking
You looking so good
We took 'em
They mistook you for good
Our end might be newsworthy
Not like a celebrity breakup
Can't promise this death won't be painless
Nothing was built to contain this
They couldn't if they tried
I'm sorry for the safety I couldn't provide
You knew what this was
You still wanted to ride
Hitchhiking turned to hijacking
Tourniquet your bleeding leg with my jacket
Hold on baby, need some medical supplies
Look me in the eyes
This is not the end, give me strength
Duffle bags in the trunk could turn winter into spring
Just a little longer, promise I'mma fix up everything
Pour on something that'll sting
And pull that bullet out your femoral
Oh no
Oh fuck
Sirens are behind me
And you dying right beside me
'Bout to stop the car and try to take some with me
I'm inviting