Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split (Uh, uh)
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Slumped back in the driver′s seat
Blunt between my lips, I'm ridin′ with a bitch that's high as me
She duckin' out, she tryna sleep
I′m duckin′ out, I'm tryna see the road
But all I can see are four horsemen comin′ closer to me
I think I'm about to die, we′ll see
Swervin' on them motherfuckers, bitch, it ain′t my time
Let the world blow up first, then I might just close my eyes
It's all I really wanted my whole life
The universe won't notice, bitch, you just another life
The sun′ll rise, the stars have already died
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die, gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
(I) see the reaper creepin′ as my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons
(My) weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul, it's feeding
(It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on)
Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream
Screaming and needing, yelling and pleading
That things ain′t as they seem
In the cut, sneaking and tweakin'
Because I can′t stop seeking this pain, this torture of horror
That I'm always conceding
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux, Tommy Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
