I like throwing rocks at people I don't like
Starting fights and smelling like something died
I'm alive, but I have my doubts
Choke while breathing, can't wait to get out
I'll get out of here someday
I gotta shower, get a job, but I say that everyday
I'll say it till doomsday, I'll see you all in hell anyway
In reality, there's no place I'd rather be
Ramshackle streets
Maybe I'm passed out, maybe I'm dead, who cares?
Fuck waiting inside, watch my soul rot in real time
I'll free you while I can, till we're dirt in the end
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In reality, there's no place I'd rather be
Ramshackle streets
May we strike gold, maybe die rich and old
Fuck waiting inside, I'll watch my soul rot in real time
We'll free you while we can, till we're dirt in the end