Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carcosa , by - Scrim. Release date: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carcosa |
| Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer |
| Hahahahahaha |
| You did good $lick |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping Some- something |
| like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |
| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |
| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |
| Got Glocks, got sticks, all at arms length |
| Couple more pills, on my way to heaven (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Dancing with my demons in the moonlight |
| Yeah, takes some medicine to keep my mood right |
| Hop out, I can barely fucking stand up (I can’t stand up) |
| When drugs come my way, I can’t pass up (I can’t pass up) |
| Wanna crawl to my room |
| Want it all to stop soon |
| So lost in my own crib |
| Float away, til' I’m off the grid |
| Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter |
| Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers? |
| Burned out like a cigarette (Out like a cigarette) |
| On top of life, feeling discontent |
| Bury me six deep under my mama, weeping |
| Bury my bitch right beside me if she leave here with me |
| You see regret in my silhouette (Regret in my silhouette) |
| Burned out like a cigarette (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| When I’m around, it gets dangerous |
| Out my mind, off that angel dust |
| This shit my life, I can’t make it up |
| This shit simple yet complex enough |
| Yeah, in the meantime, I’ma keep going (Keep going) |
| Always a chance I won’t be here in the morning |
| They say «Just stop, you can make it all change» |
| I’m too deep, I don’t know no other way |
| Okay, I lied, I don’t want no other way |
| It’s the devil that I know everyday |
| Self destructing but at least I feel safe |
| What’s meant to be is gonna be anyway |
| Sitting up six inches, smoking grim reaper |
| Got a dumb bitch with me, she think I’m a keeper |
| Burned out like a cigarette (Burned out like a cigarette) |
| All my life, feeling discontent (Yeah) |
| Sitting back playing with the 9 millimeter |
| Wondering how did I get this blood on my sneakers? |
| Burned out like a cigarette (Like a cigarette) |
| On top of life, feeling discontent (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping Some- something |
| like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |
| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |
| Some- something like a funeral everyday, for the bodies I’m dropping |