Decipher

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home

Take a sip, percocet with the set

Got a zip, black market, what I net

I can't count on these homies, these threats

They upset, I'm now a vet, ranking that rep

One man army in Ruinous Chimes Records

I do this shit with my vision blurred

What you heard, are my words, I got records

Check them dates, what I said, word for word

Can't legally carry the nine since they forced me to sign

That fucking waiver from the ward, but I still got that carbine

To your spine, leaving my dark sign

Car's mine, no crime, since I'm hard to find

Sliding in that Firebird that Supra then that 350z

They don't see me, when I flee the scene

On a killing spree, with these three

I'm gliding with that grime, not riding clean

Fuck a queen these bitches laid between

That's the way it should be cause I got the keys

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home

They call that decipher in the afterlife

Decode these messages carved on my skin with the knife

Which guides the way to stride

That's right, I was gifted but with every step I see the dead eyes

No lies cause everything turns up

But I shut it down with these two cups

Sleeping with that Benadryl, still, but now with a pump

No time to be locked up, I'm about to blow up

My blood erupts, thick like mud from the drugs

Addictions like a leaching bug, within the brain it dugged

A hole so deep it started to reconstruct

My mind is starting to self conduct

It instructed me to be the one to run amok

As my brainstem disconnects from the pluck

I don't feel my steps as I walk

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home

You already know what's good though

But we go around to blow snow

Dripping expensive blood, so slow

Pour me that pour, we land home