Tombstone

Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
 Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
 Blood on my blade, watching you drip
 Numb in the face, watching me dip
 Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
 Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
 Blood on my blade, watching you drip
 Numb in the face, watching me
 Hundred new drop tops, smoke blunts non stop
 I don't really give a fuck, I'm running when the ops pop
 Bright star, youngin' from the grave to the dungeon
 Everything you've ever wanted, know I've already done it, yuh
 Swear this life just way too crazy, yuh
 Scared I'll be pushing up daises, aye
 Wished that I lived in the eighty's, yuh
 In the graveyard on the daily
 Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
 Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
 Blood on my blade, watching you drip
 Numb in the face, watching me dip
 Gun to my head, gold on my wrist
 Switch on my waist, tat on my lip
 Blood on my blade, watching you drip
 Numb in the face, watching me dip
 I don't wanna fucking crown
 I don't wanna run around
 I just want to make it right
 I don't want to dumb it down
 I've been working every night
 Scared that I'ma waste my life
 But the racks treating me right, right, right