"Acid Machine Gun" lyrics

"Acid Machine Gun"

This week we gonna drop some fucking acid
Get thrown up in the space on all the toxins
Get blown by a mermaid, she'll make my cock spit
Just stoned, open a gate, fly in a cockpit
I drink so fucking much, it's in my CV
Dragons looking at me like I'm a TV
What makes you fucker think that I'ma stop this?
My brain is on the chemical, hard bliss

Fly in the cockpit

Every day waking up with this pain and fear
Thinking of past, I won't last, throw me in a sphere
Already miss, feeling of bliss, now I'm cutting deep
Drinking my Shepherd, then I'ma motherfucking sheep
I humanized from a beast, I'ma pay my price
When energized from my booze, bitch, I'm never nice
I'm fucking sick of the games that I choose to play
I'm sick and tired every night, every fucking day

Fly in the cockpit

Rub my hands in despair, I don't wanna give up
Know this life, ain't so fat, tell it to my liver
He gon' take all the blame for my stupid acting
Now I stand on my feet, bitch, I'm resurrected
My destiny is finally taking the best of me
Not in a prison of my soul, but in a custody
Take me back to the time when I still believed
Take me back to the time when I still believed


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