Clouds As Witnesses

Staring at the water looking like a bunch of satin
 Look into my eyes and all you see is motherfucking static
 Toe tagging
 Bitch I'm bagging up the dope
 No ratting to the po'
 Acting like you shy
 Read the latin quote across my fucking throat
 Hoes go, "Oh no, heard this motherfucker likes to give burials and
 I don't know if I want to go with him, he invited me into his home"
 Gave her the number to my phone
 Told her, "Dial up 666 if you need to get a hold of me"
 And hopefully she'll give me a call
 When she is home and free and lonely
 Phone rang twice but I missed both calls
 I was hanging in the hall toll free
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 Got a pocket full-a stones
 Watching Game of Thrones
 Bitches on the phone
 Tell 'em me she home alone
 Motherfuck a future, countin' down 'til I die
 Days roll by
 I just wanna get high
 Never ever sober, need drugs for my composure
 Lookin' like I'm dying laying back on the sofa
 Six feet deep
 Three gold teeth
 Zero fucking hopes for this young tragedy
 Days of our lives
 Watch 'em roll by
 Whole fucking family got bloodshot eyes
 Scripts in the kitchen right next to the dishes
 Finger fucking bitches listening to No Limit
 West bank soldier, straight up out the NOLA
 When it comes to this shit, ain't a motherfucker colder