Saliva Grey - Gimme a Second

Gimme a second to get me a breath and a pic of this moment to show I'm an omen of death, and I'm blessing the one and the eight and the seven 'Til nobody left, see that Grey, the inventor of madness a bitch in the back of my whip And it's crashing inside of my cabin, I'm planning, attacking a pack of some crack And I'm playing, I go for the bottle instead of my nostril my genie the devil He keeping me level, I wishing for better, he got me a shovel to bury me under And I don't give fuck about dying at all

I can't live sober Got in over my head No one can tell me I'm not misnomered Not looked over So underrated

So slept on that I woke up with a god-damn pillow for a head Smoking all day, take a pill and then I bed Riding with Zed, got Water to my left Odiato boutta whip us off a god-damn bridge, I'm gone

Ay, yo, let me call you back I'm listening to this Saliva shit Boy, this shit going tough!

Bust yo motherfuckin head With a motherfuckin sledge I'ma eat yo fucking soul With the fork up in my hand

I got big hoes, no simp though You follow the trail of my weed smoke And my pistol make six holes Too sick, though my mental Don't like me, don't like you Solo 'til I bloom I no sober, roll over Froze over my tomb and I

Ascend to the sky Soaking up rain 'til the world is on fire Fuck all this rapping, I'm 'bout to retire All of y'all copy shit like an imposter And I'm on my lava shit, world an apocalypse So I be cocky and flaming humanity I don't want nobody visit my grave or my tomb when rot and I soak into death, uh

Kill it the villain, the murder, I feel it And I am the ceiling, I'm high, I'm acidic I pull up with the motherfucker zed I pull up and a motherfucker dead I don't really want no fame, no cash, no sane I'ma get it and get it and I'ma go Cobain I'ma zip it and zip it 'cause I done upped my weight I got everything I want and I'ma cut my vein, yeah, uh

I don't like talking that shit Walking that bitch like a bark on my wrist 187, that murderous shit And I know you ain't heard of us yet, we impeccable Next to nobody, we puffin the chemicals Scraping residual, loving the fear I form I am the final formation of drooling depression, I turned into grey, uh