FALLEN.ANGEL. by T.RiCH Lyrics

Dead man walkin'
When you see me I don't talk
I got xannies in my lean
I put that dope up in my sock
Dead man sipping on that tech I cannot stop
Stacking money to my face
I just keep counting like a clock

People treat me like a god
But really I'ma piece of trash
Cut my wrists to sleep at night
Then smoke some weed to bring me back
Jump off the edge no strings attached
I'm just a walking body bag
I take a brick karate that
Then scale it back out in the back

Cigarette, pills, blunts, hoes
Will I ever make it? Shit, only God knows
Will I ever make it? Shit, only God knows
Will I ever make it? Shit, only God knows
She fuckin' hate me when I have to go I know
But I gotta hit the road
I gotta get back to my zone

She fuckin' hate me when I have to go I know

Cigarette, pills, blunts, hoes
Will I ever make it? Shit, only God knows
Will I ever make it? Shit, only God knows
Will I ever make it? Shit, only God knows

Dead man walkin'
When you see me I don't talk
I got xannies in my lean
I put that dope up in my sock
Dead man sipping on that tech I cannot stop
Stacking money to my face
I just keep counting like a clock

People treat me like a god
But really I'ma piece of trash
Cut my wrists to sleep at night
Then smoke some weed to bring me back
Jump off the edge no strings attached
I'm just a walking body bag
I take a brick karate that
Then scale it back out in the back