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Ego Mackey - ​last breath

 
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{hook}
Nothing making sense, pain in my fucking head
Feeling i'm really dead, smoking out my last breath
I wish, but i can't rest, all the fake i detest
Dreamside cult, yeah we bless
But nothing really making sense

{verse 1}
These doctors fucking with my mind, scripts ruining my life
Better with lean and sprite, numb me out, i feel nice
Yeah, fuck a basic life, yeah, dying on a nine to five
Rather just die high, making music, feeling right
Selling shit in the night, just so money alright
And bitch i got no nine, but i know that i'm fine
Even forgot my knife, but nah, no onе wanna fight
Dreamside cult, bitch, (?...) way of life

{hook}
Nothing rеally making much sense, pain in my head
Yeah, i'm feelin really dead, smoking my last breath
I wish but i can't rest, all the fake i detest
Dreamside cult, yeah we bless
Nothing really making much sense
Pain all in my head, bitch i'm feeling really dead

{verse 2}
I work out this pain, lazy plug, i'm always late
Selling drugs my only fate, i was told, but that's fake
Plot everyday to escape, pain to art all i make
Anti, anti, anti, anti, anti-world we out the hate
Ouu, horrors we create, and i got a new place (place to stay)
For you to stay, bitch come visit my brain
See me in the pain, valium, let me drain
Hennessy and heroin coursing through my veins

{hook}
But nothing really making sense, pain all in my head
Feeling really fucking dead, smoking on my last breath
I wish, but i can't rest, all the fake i detest
Dreamside cult, bitch we bless, nothing really making sense
Pain all in my head, feelin really fucking dead
Smoking on my last breath, i wish, bitch, i can't rest
All the fake i detest, dreamside cult, bitch we bless, nothing really making sense, pain all in my head

{verse 3}
Aye white boy wit' it, done all the fuck shit
Bored, watching blood drip, no i ain't hit the strip
Internet where i exist, used to go and hit licks
I'm lazy, ain't worth it, dirty drugs got me working
Dirty, dirty, dirty drugs, you know i'm off percies
Got no love that hurt me, yuh, that shit fucking hurt me
Dark thoughts, looping lurking, guess the valium ain't working
Ego why you always high? bitch, cause i'm bored of life

{hook}
And nothing really making sense, pain all in my head
Feeling really dead, smoking on my last breath
I wish, but i can't rest, all the fake i detest
Dreamside cult, bitch we bless, nothing really making sense
Pain all in my head, feeling really fucking dead
Smoking on my last breath, i wish, but i can't rest
All the fake i detest, dreamside cult, bitch we bless
Nothing really making sense, pain all in my head

{outro}
(fuck that. fuck it, fuck that shit. ain't working)

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Biography

Callum Mackey, better known under his stage name, Ego Mackey, is a rapper originating from Vancouver, Canada. He is a former member of the Anti-World music collective, being one of the earliest members.

Ego’s music utilizes experimental mixing and distinct vocal delivery, typically producing vocals in a whisper-like fashion. Ego’s distinct vocal style has amassed him a small yet highly dedicated fanbase.

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