Shadow Games

Blacked out windows, no license plate, City full of demons, seal your fate. Crackle on the tape, static in the mix, Pullin' up slow, gotta get my fix. Red eyes glowin' in the rearview glass, Every single moment 'bout to be your last. Talk behind my back? Now you playin' dead, Voices in my head, what the voices said. Chorus (The Drill): Phonk in my veins, smoke in the air, Soul's gettin' dark, I don't even care. Livin' in this darkness, plantin' evil seed. (Ad-lib: Yeah... Rest in Peace...) Gold around my neck but it ain't real, This cursed existence, watch the steel wheel. Ridin' with the devil in the passenger seat, Crossin' every line movin' down the street. Empty like a VHS, faded and worn, A deal was made the day that I was born. Skull and bones, cross upon the chain, Walkin' through the fire through the pourin' rain.