Nick Thrice - Life Sentence Lyrics

F*ck this shit I ain't slept since a week ago
I been medicating all my self hatred with fentynal
I been doing Codeine with the police while my mama on the f*cking phone
And I been ripping all the Adderall and if you ask about it then I plead the fifth
Cause I can't have my profile showing up to motherf*ckers in my hometown
Talkin' 'bout "Where you been?"
"Where you go now?"
666 7 levels that I went down
My oh my
Who are you?
Who am I?
I'm you
I've been wasting this whole time just contemplating suicide
But you and I are not a like so let's just cry until we
Gotta stay f*ckin' on a different plane
I'll never f*cking fade away
I drunk text satan almost every other f*cking day
I dial up the enemy
1-800-DEADBOY toll free any day
Sisyphus is happy when he pushing up the f*ckin' weight and I just gotta level with him
Take shot, big lick on a lethal weapon
Snake drop, big drip from the tip o' heaven
Can't imagine the compassion gettin' better coming back to me
When I rap this shit like packaging
And I hope that the energy come back to me
But lately the world been combatting me
Like a bad step dad with a bat to me
The rapid approach of the deadliest masses
Just happens to be the one painting the canvas
And now that the madness has come for the masses
I'm cool with the silence and

You are trapped for eternity
There is no escape
Tolerate the void eternally
Trust in your fate
Even when you die
You don't leave
You'll always be in this place
I'll see you bleed
Bleed all over the f*cking place

Aye yo J this shit's 'bout to go
Like for real I don't even know if uhhh
I don't know if they're ready
I be going full speed in a f*cking nascar
I be doing donuts in my f*cking back yard
Where the checker flag at?
I'ma f*cking run and take it
I'ma pull a Ricky Bobby
I'ma f*ckin' shake and bake it
'Til I prolly got everybody behind me in a new Bugatti
Playing sonic on a stereo animatronic
This simulation iconic
You watching Bukkake
But agnostic bitches and unholy thotties stay on J Kronick
Like electronics on a teenager
And we sad after that like a beat later
My wrist look just like Jesus Christ
And my mind is stuck in the simulator
I'm going in
Can't nobody handle it
I'm dead again
And everybody panicking
I'm tripping acid
And I'm smoking on a backwood
I am writing you a love letter
And you never f*ckin' answer
Back to me
When I rap this shit like packaging
And I hope that the energy come back to me
But lately the world been combatting me
Like a bad step dad with a bat to me
The rapid approach of the deadliest masses
Just happens to be the one painting the canvas
And now that the madness has come for the masses
I'm cool with the silence and fade
Into blackness