DOWNFALL
• Written by Prosecute
I still got 10 racks that I don't feel like spending,
bought another pill, what else is left to damage,
Maybe I get drunk, again
I miss having fun, and then,
You said it's ride or die,
but the whips empty and still driving,
Mountain grows, no matter much how I'm climbing
Shit creek, passing underneath,
the bridges that we burned, the ones we used to meet... on
I'm drifting on it now, waiting on a drought,
Somewhere to put my feet on,
Now I'm lost in the sauce, lost in the bottle,
'cause of all of these walls, closing in, I gotta,
Pray that they don't pray on my downfall,
Pray that they don't pray on my downfall,
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Prosecute
Member since February 4 2016