The Lifer

Lyrics

Hell all about me
 All around me
 Gnash the language
 Of old
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 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
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 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
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 Coming from pitch-black asphalt road
 Blood
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 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
 

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Song Details

Duration
07:31
Key
8
Tempo
82 BPM

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