Marilyn by EDSMTA Lyrics

Stem Winder, Pluckin' these suckin' minors. It's nutty how some money and talent can make your friends finer. So I'm in search of some percocet just to keep my high; and Mary's getting to me that's the shit that makes me weep and cry. Grim reapin' this, shotty when the cedars hit. Head bobbin' this red iris staring that cleavages. Like, you'd be mine if you could truly see me for me. But you deciding to choose the niggas ingesting creatine. But, that's a different time, getting scary sporadic with these maliciuous rhymes. Hotter than air in the attic that's burning spliffs of mine. Such a sickened mind. Impairing all of these addicts and make em' like the lines. Time's passin elapsing these niggas simple. Claim to be sick,sniffling when my cells sickling. Oh, so now I'm bitter? View myself as cynical. Scribble a verse a day and soon be touching the pinnacles. Spazz happy when the brass hits. Cass rapping with the tactics. Spit sharper than cactus. Iron bars you striving far. You faggots made of be elastic...yup