Low Lids - Petrified Tar

〈Chorus〉
I'm a robber, but I didn't mean to steal your heart
Doin' numbers
My bank account going off the charts
Can't remember
I heal my heart with a 1000 bars
Making music, 〈.?.〉 a 1000 bars
Wrist blindin'
Heist speed, got a 1000 stars
Bent heavy
He wants to know who the fuck we are
Sir I'm a junkie, maskless soul by the 1000 shards
White China, I never cracked no credit cards

〈Verse〉
Bitch you say you wanna die
Know you ain't ready
Plug told me this was china but it's straight fenty
Way heavy
A 6 feet below my wooden bedding
Paramedics, pressing on my chest to get me back to breathing, back to breathing
He's going under
His eyes and both wrists are bleeding
I think he's going under
I think he's 'bout to die from the interest in the hell
I hear my mother cry
"That's my only son, fuck, I can't believe he's fucking gone"
I didn't know he did like half the shit they said he's on
2 weeks later
It's time for lowless barrier
They drop my casket in the ground and bid me fairly well
I'm in hell
I'm burning and I miss my mommy
She's still crying that her son is just another body
I'm set buried in the ground
She went and picked a tommy
Who wouldn't know I chose myself to catch a fucking 〈.?.〉
〈Chorus〉
I'm a robber, but I didn't mean to steal your heart
Doin' numbers
My bank account going off the charts
Can't remember
I heal my heart with a 1000 bars
Making music, 〈.?.〉 a 1000 bars
Wrist blindin'
Heist speed, got a 1000 stars
Bent heavy
He wants to know who the fuck we are
Sir I'm a junkie, maskless soul by the 1000 shards
White China, I never cracked no credit cards

〈Outro〉
And I mean...
They always ask if I have a fear of death
Hell nah, I ain't got no fear of death
I died 3 times bitch
Only thing I fear is going broke

(Finger on the trap boy)