The Lifer
Lyrics
Hell all about me All around me Gnash the language Of old ♪ The lifer Doesn't know where he goes Only who he is And what he runs from Doom pouring down like hail Hot foot powder ♪ Hot foot powder at the base of my door I used to be grounded But true reality is hell And hell is hell Smothering and cruel Sixteen years ♪ Coming from pitch-black asphalt road Blood ♪ Blood, pissy mattresses, and hard floors Monetization of the self You're only one bad tour, one bad album, or one bad member From falling apart
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 07:31
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 82 BPM