Burn

I’m all outside with my stress
Something on fire but they left to the west
I’ve been turning in my pain Arizona paranoia
I don’t know whats real I don’t know about love
I’ma blemish turncoat powder of my people with a ash flesh
Power no hope by the needle and I stretch
Armstrong leave me in the sun so I crack and you have both arms for your fun
I was blowing out my walls
Neon green lasers some white kids puddled as some fan boys later in a massed
out gang lame and uncultured in a rapey vibe talking bout fucking out her eyes.
am I way to? gone to be fond of the non checked dancing in a puddle of my
blood til I’m on deck
My palms have holes
From the rope
Plains from my mouth when I choke
Rage in my chest
Peaking out waves and I’m def
I’m a old west slang what is left
Burned in the dirt buried in the dirt but I’m napalm a colorful flame but
I don’t burn for you
The OG sway in the swill
With emojis fangs blown planes in the field
People don’t fuck if it’s real where the lights
At put it with the pain and the pills
Imitate blank in the hills
Where the eyes shut meditate shanked in the feels
I’ve got no world where its billed
I don’t that fit that girl
Been outside for a minute
This ain’t even dreaming power to the fist
Healing like I’ve barely felt screaming in the wind
With a crop top blaring from the hairs on my chin
When they look
There shook scared as some motherfucks calling out our worn slave numbers we
ain’t getting getting up
The elephant tusk that I bump round the wrist keeps me limping for the break of
my bitch like…
Came from the border and I’m still alive way too death where my flag ???
Uh
Paint all monochrome slain by the plain clothes pain that arrange where the
buried go
My people barely touch anything hands to the mass
Fuck up the class
Carried by vultures blocked by the trap
Women like me
I don’t burn for you