Faceless 1-7 - Cold Room Collateral

{Intro}
Yea they keep fucking putting up dart prices and I'm fucking MAD and like what am I gonna do, not smoke them? Nah, that's not an option, this ain't an option in this household. My lungs are gonna be fucking coal whether they're FUCKING EXPENSIVE OR NOT, FUWARK

{Verse}
Duffel bags of sand
Bitch I don't know what your plan is
They don't understand
Where they stand up on this planet
Blood all on my hands
Get that brick an taking damage
Rubble ash an bands
Stack 'em thick then make 'em vanish
Yuh ghost
Lost on the coast
Keep that smoke
Bout 7/24
Folks
Never know what
I know
They gone forward
Like it free for the notes
Roast
Walking the with feet on the coal
Burning my skin never bother me though
Learning my sin while walk round the rope
Yea tight with my grip but I might let go

I don't see what I see
I just know so I don't like that
Imma keep it icy till my snow
Gone froze like ice caps
Body bags on my shoulder
With Polaroid no toe tags
Side effects of my nova
Grow colder while my sight black
I don't care if you like me
I'm always on the nightstand
Dropping tabs on the nightly
Not sober when I write back
Sorry for my senses I been sensing
Bad intentions
Sentimental things just bring me hell
I'm colder cos it keeps me well
Keep me well
Stack the k
I don't sell uh

Heathen fell
Found the blaze
And he won't tell

Now we run
Now we eat
Now we swell

Like the waves
Making caves
Outta silt yuh

I don't got what you want
Out my spot
They don't need what
You fiend fucking
Stop
Stuck it up
This your fault
Get yourself
For yourself
Fucking dealt
What you got
You want more
Cut it off