Irish Goodbye

I see the years accumulate on the paper pal

Sorry I ain't chase a job, you know I'm not tryna be a cashier

Just tryna get the cash here, so i can work on greater sounds

Hungry as the africans that god leaves to save themselves

And die after a day or twelve, for trying to survive

Life is heaven and hell, some profit off of life

Medicine helps, to no surprise

Nothing better than the lack of lies though, from staying inside

I learned another lesson

If i'm ever next in the game, they'll be testing, stressing

Betting when i'll be lame, and making shit a contest