Crystals, I got issues, hit me up like a pistol
Im the riddle, Im the Joker, Im the wildcard in the middle
I cant even explain this shit, yeah, my life a cartoon cartoon
Crystals, I got issues, hit me up like a pistol
I feel like hurting, feel like slaying, Im a searcher at work at work
Raindrops in the fog creep like a fox, its absurd
I fell for you like a cliff, wishing well, take a seat take a seat
Love in my heart, but its a sad song
Red fog, red fog, three dread, dead dogs
Crystals, I got issues, hit me up like a pistol
Im on the blacklist, on the hitlist, I go up like a missile go up
Missed us in our issues, magic wisdom, I feel em I feel em
Gold wardrobe, Im a gambler, cant fold
Laughing to the bank, but this shit is not a joke ha, ha, ha, ha
Mysteries are strawberry days, I cant grow old I cant grow old
Whats my age again? Whats my age again? Oh
Four shotguns holding up the table
Sword chain bowl, all gold wardrobe
Missed us in our issues, magic wisdom, I feel em yeah, I feel em
Scar tissues on tissues and I got scars, cannot heal em
But its a sad song, sad song