Crowned

[Verse 1]

This the kind of night that feel perfect for some mischief

The spliff I lit reveals my worst intentions

They watch the wheels of the cab chase the shadows from the sunset

I'm mad I let these dumb thoughts manifest to regrets

And stain sweat, sticky fingers, bad dreams

Garlic breath, itchy feet, smelly farts and pickle cream

The night is nothing like it seems

I've been around the corner until I make a cat scream

Leaning out the window let the rain touch

Sweaty palms on the steering wheel when I hit the clutch

Hit trees, then hit tree, why not full speed?

Blood stained material with the rear-view memories

Let a few shots, light the sky up

[Verse 2]

This the kind of night that feel perfect for some mischief

The spliff I lit reveals my worst intentions

The celebrated drive-in, slim chances of survivin'

They chose to take the ride it and had alot inside it, it crashed!

We're cross the lifts, broken ribs, missing teeth

Fingertips torn apart, spinal cord is incomplete

There's no more time to even blink

The cliff appears right before my eyes and spark things like...

[Outro]

I sold a dream for a few bucks

Evil laughter