ON-HITTook one to the dome
Home alone
I can’t turn a stone without some bones creeping up out of my clothes
Jonesing, fiending, itching, shaking
Mentally unstable
No cable
Just some white noise inside my head
And that ain’t no wrap sheet, but what I regret instead
Days of me and cherry working out the mother fucking shed to get up out of my toxic bed
Forsaken the first born
And watch the rest fall at glance
Wishes of me changing my past
Never had a fighting chance
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
When I die I want a mural painted of me
Leave me alone
When I die I want a mural painted of me
If I’m lucky, they’ll pick a building that’s really fucking ugly
Paint me puking
Pain’t me fucking
Paint a halo right above me
Even if they tear the building down, Yung Plague will be scattered around
Let out the hounds while I’m stepping in your fucking town
Always surrounded by the fucking walking dead of clout
Tryna catch a breath
Always trying not to fucking drown
Ashes to ashes I’ll turn to dust before I join the crowd
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
When I die I want a mural painted of me
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
When I die I want a mural painted of me
Leave me alone