Death In My Pocket

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time

All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind

I just leave 'em there, I don’t even care, no

Holding up the flare, I could use a prayer, oh

I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

Don't know, why but it feels like my world is crashing down

I just bought a brand

(Fuck)

Don't know why, but it feels like my world is crashing down

I just bought a brand new car, I want to crash it now

How much darkness does it take to get this flashy now?

I lose a piece of my soul when the camera flashes

So I’m asking every fan who's questioning my passion

Thinking I'm caught up in fashion or that I forgot my past

I understand that I'm just a dropout, I don't have the answer

I became a dad so young, I ain't know how to use them Pampers

Baby mama's food stamps kept my stomach full

I had to make a plan 'cause now my family needed me to make a wrap

And me and Slim back at that address

Hundred twenty eight, we trapping

Writing lyrics down on napkins

Room so small, we share a mattress

Look what happened

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time

All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind

I just leave ’em there, I don’t even care, no

Holding up the flare, I could use a prayer, oh

I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

Don't know how I get so high, but I’m not passing out

I guess the drugs are in my blood, hope I don't pass it down

Hope I'm allowed to see my baby get a cap and gown

'Cause doctors told my daddy won’t be here a year from now

Yeah, my first reaction is to punch in the wall until it's cracking

Both my knuckles shattered, don't ask what the fuck's the mattter

I've been battling the fact I lost my closest to cancer

The only thing she asked was for me and him to get closer

But I hung up too fast, went to sleep in and then she passed

You've been silent seven years, it took that to get us back

We all needed second chances, I've been bottling the sadness

I guess I'm just happy that we finally got to bury shit before the casket

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time

All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind

I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no

Holding up the flare, I could use a prayer, oh

I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

I think I'm ready to die tonight

It's fucked up 'cause I ain't lived half my life

I saw the devil and passed him like

You tryna fuck up my afterlife

But I don't even care, you can keep me there, yeah

Holding up a flare, I needed a prayer, yeah

I got death in my pocket

But I feel so alive