BLANKSLATE Lyrics

(Yo)

(Bass)

(This song's called blank slate)

(Listen, SOLO)

I take a night on town and they throw a fit

Keep it ten toes down so they know I'm sick

Keep it real all round so they bump my shit

But when it all dies down i'm just tryna live

(Got a sore throat)

Tell them it's not over till it's over

(Got a death note)

Writing down their names, taking pain

Cause I'm on that road till the course is crashed

I get way too low, where the vodka at?

Got eight more lives spent chasing cat

Nevermind that shit, I be chasing cash

I know that they wanna see me fall

I been fucked up for so long that I don't feel it anymore

I'm gonna take a blank slate, blank cheque, wipe away, forget

The nonsense, bad sex, afterthoughts and car wrecks

The drunk texts, all the shit they took out of it's context

(Do you feel me now?)

I'm gonna take a blank slate, blank cheque, wipe away, forget

The nonsense, bad sex, afterthoughts and car wrecks

The drunk texts, all the shit they took out of it's context

(Do you hear me now?)

Take it back where it all began

He's a kid, 14, with a master plan

Writing pages and pages, broke his hands

The world broke his mind, so he broke it's back

Now this EP might be the death of me

I bleed my heart out every melody

I find comfort, SOLO's a remedy

An alchie with a bottle of Tennessee

Went through nine bitches for a real one, that's a fact

One in ten I recommend, I clean my teeth, I clean my act

Was looking for a pipe dream in drink, sex, and what I lacked

Was everything you gave me in a week or so, let's run it back

Taking a second look around at all that i've built

Every second you're wasting I'm stacking up bills

Don't fuck with the powder, I'm liable to trip

If it's green that you got then give me a hit

I fuck with your style, I ride till I die

Stated otherwise, you're next in the line

They ask me the date, I tell them the time

I live in the now, not made by design

Blank slate, blank cheque, wipe away, forget

The nonsense, bad sex, afterthoughts and car wrecks

The drunk texts, all the shit they took out of it's context

(Do you feel me now?)

I'm gonna take a blank slate, blank cheque, wipe away, forget

The nonsense, bad sex, afterthoughts and train wrecks

The drunk texts, all the shit they took out of it's context

(Ay fuck it I'm done)