| Cage - Super Baked / Lyrics [Verse 1] Little kids flip out Go eat a handful of acid then torch your mom's house Half of the cult is all guts and no glory Especially when you throw yourself off of a cliff for me What did I inhale When will I prevail I want to ditch this bitch's corpse and smoke out the hotel File the scene with a dream I no longer believe I invented it as a team Too many bitches to pound, I get anxiety Like which one should I fuck tonight Oh Alex I clown, I can't even hold down my cowlick While I kick-fuck the ballads Wonder why I found so much joy in being horrible Doing deplorable shit they find so adorable I don't know if God gave me this brain If he did, then there's a devil and he knows my name [Verse 2] Life is a coin flip, it's do or die love Today's breakfast, tomorrow's suicide club I should've rotted in a small town Pumpin' dirt, lookin' hurt cuz I'm driving a fuckin' cab around Probably still duckin' police Probably still selling angel dust and noddin' off in the street Kill me now if that's how my story ends All we were was dust in the head, you lost yours in the wind I'm super baked, but barely cooked, that means shits rare Like it's out of thin air Tell the firemen put the axes down, nobody's dying in here We're just burning like a fire in here For the Myan year Keep hatin', saying my name more than the bitch I'm datin' We can't all be God's kids, some of us are Satans And while you sit and ponder while your ass was put here I understand why ... |
