Stephen King & Moxie

Getting high
To not feel
So low, low
Never understand
The things we don't
Know, no
Way out of this bottomless pill bottle
Hole, whole
Life feels scared and awfully alone

I'm from a place that's known
For Stephen King and Moxie
He had a gun in his pocket
Every time he sold me Oxys
Second floor of his apartment
He kept the cash in his stockings

I was sixteen, he was probably 23
I was selling drugs so I could do drugs for free

I came from Ahh! Real Monsters
Fairly Odd Parents
And an odd amount of luck

Are the odds of O.D.ing
Way higher than succeeding
Where I'm from??

Probably... fuck

Never woke up safe
Monsters in my house
Painting nightmares in my brain
Screams pouring out my mouth

Soaking wet in cold sweat
Went to sleep on deathbeds
Woke up to death threats
Detox a reset
Changed my number
So I didn't have to see texts
From friends who were sick
for O.C's and hook ups
Orange cylinder got shook up

Sold these
Nose bleeds,
Can you hold these
Eat 'em all If ya see police
Credit card candy crushed dust
Dollar bill rolled up for the codeine
Only one to get Sober out of the homeys
Only one to get Sober out of the homeys

Reading youth eulogies
Death piles up up up
Watch the clock all you want
Can't tell when time is up up up
Time to kill