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I can't turn a stone without some bones
Creeping up out of my clothes
Jonesing, fiending, itching, shaking
Just some white noise inside my head
And that ain't no wrap sheet, but what i regret instead
Days of me and cherry working out the mother fucking
Shed to get up out of my toxic bed
And watch the rest fall at glance
Wishes of me changing my past
Never had a fighting chance
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When I die I want a mural painted of me
If I'm lucky, they'll pick a building that's really fucking ugly
Paint a halo right above me
Even if they tear the building down
Yung Plague will be scattered around
Let out the hounds while I'm stepping in your fucking town
Always surrounded by the fucking walking dead of clout
Always trying not to fucking drown
Ashes to ashes I'll turn to dust before I join the crowd
Writer(s): Travis L Barker, Matthew James Malpass, Aristos Petrou, Scott Anthony Jr Arceneaux