Cup Full of Flames

Blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes, the Devil's eyes
 Bitch, I'm fucking vacant
 Probably couldn't make it
 True I got a pillow and a blanket but I'm always sleeping naked
 I won't get it but I take it
 Bread crumbs busted I be flaking
 Flicking ashes off the grass and flick them on the grass
 I'm lacing up my laces facing public faces
 'Cause I'm facing blunts in fucking basements
 Who said we were racing?
 Last I checked I'm blazing
 Bitch, I'm blazing, bitch I'm burning up
 Got a cup full of flames, got a list of names
 Pour another up, every sip I drain send them to the grave
 Gotta golden touch
 Another soul to gain
 Look at the ways, fuck a stain
 Nothing was the fucking same
 Bitch, I'm blowing up
 Everybody know the drugs on me
 One terabyte in my USB
 Picture perfect with the image like I'm Warhol
 Horns on my head looking like a narwhal
 White tenants never laced hunnid blunts to the face
 Hair tied, see the death in my eyes
 Swear I die every time I get high
 No cash just two pistols and a mask
 Riding 'round the city draped in a Soulja rag
 (Riding, riding, round the city draped in a Soulja rag, riding round)