My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell - $UICIDEBOY$

Lyrics by：Scott Arceneaux Jr./Aristos Petrou

Composed by：Scott Arceneaux Jr./Aristos Petrou

Produced by：Budd Dwyer

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Sunk back in the driver's seat

Blunt between my lips

I'm riding with a b***h that's high as me

She ducking out

She trying to sleep

I'm ducking out

I'm trying to see the road

But all I can see are

Four horsemen coming closer to me

I think I'm about to die we'll see

Swerving on them motherf**kers

B***h it ain't my time

Let the world blow up first

Then I might just close my eyes

It's all I really wanted my whole life

The universe won't notice b***h

You just another life the sun'll rise

The stars have already died

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

Car jack

Gat packed

Hard head

Wig split

Die n***a die n***a die n***a die

Got a big clip wid a jason mask

I see the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping

Sleeping deeper through the night so I can face my demons

My weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing

Death keeps cheating on my life

But on my soul it's feeding

Goes on

Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream

Screaming and needing

Yelling and bleeding that things ain't as they seem

In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can't stop seeking

This pain this torture of horror that I'm always conceding

Always conceding