Flags

Hook 1: Creek dirt on my boots, blood on my name Cali whiteboy, WV got me the same Chain smokin’, cussin’, don’t feel no shame From the block to the hills, it’s the same damn game Verse 1 (16): Cul-de-sac demon with a cracked-out grin Tweakers in the garage, let the chaos in Bottle half gone, I don’t measure shit Just pour till I black out, don’t remember shit White tee stained with a week-old sin Same bad bitch, yeah I let her in She said “you ain’t right,” I said “bitch, I know” Then we laughed while the creek water overflow Sirens in the back but I don’t even flinch Been numb so long I don’t feel that pinch From Fontana nights where the heat stay high To Appalachian cold where the lost souls die Same damn demons just a different scene Glass pipe burn with a different dream If I go out, I’ma go out loud Middle fingers up, don’t fuck with crowds Bridge 1: Yeah I been that fucked up kid since young Smoke in my chest, whiskey on my tongue Didn’t give a damn what I might become Now I’m too far gone, ain’t no outrun Hook 2: Coal smoke in the air, I can’t breathe but I try Palm trees gone, now it’s black sky high Whiteboy cursed, yeah I live don’t lie From the creek to the ridge where the lost ones die Verse 2 (16): Bluefield nights, hear the train roll slow Sound like death when it echo low Old man said “boy you don’t belong” I just lit another smoke, kept movin’ on Backroad swervin’, no headlights on Bad lil’ bitch say she love my songs Said I sound like pain when I spit that truth I said “pain all I had since a fuckin’ youth” Bonfire crack with a case of beer Same type vibe that I had last year Just swapped out blocks for a mountain ridge Still takin’ hits while I cross that bridge Everywhere I go, I bring hell with me Everywhere I stand, death felt with me I ain’t runnin’ now, I embrace that shit If I fall tonight, I’m okay with it Bridge 2: No home, no peace, just a road I ride With a broke-ass soul and a fucked up mind Tryna find light but it always hide So I drink more liquor, let the dark inside Hook 3: Dirt roads, dead ends, I’m stuck in a loop Bad habits, bad bitches, same damn crew Whiteboy wild, yeah I stay uncouth From the IE blocks to the backwoods truth Verse 3 (16): Motel nights turned cabin days Still see ghosts in a purple haze Still hear screams when I close my eyes Still tell truth when I spit these lies Met a girl with a cold-ass stare Said she love how I just don’t care I said “baby that ain’t somethin’ good” She just laughed like I fuckin’ should We got high by a river bend Talked bout life like it’s near the end She said “everybody here just stuck” I said “same shit, different kind of fucked” From trap house floors to a wooden deck Same damn pain, just a new respect For the way this world keep breakin’ me But I still stand, ain’t no changin’ me Bridge 3: If I die, don’t cry, just let me fade Another lost soul that the world betrayed Creekside ghost or a hillside shade Either way, I ain’t never been saved Verse 4 (16): Now I’m posted up where the wind cut deep No love out here, just secrets we keep Got scars on scars, I don’t even count Got rage in my chest I can’t let out Whiteboy raised in that gutter grime Now I mix that shit with a mountain climb Half city slick, half backwoods savage Whole life feel like a fuckin’ damage If I vanish, don’t look for clues I been lost since I first lit fuse From IE heat to that coal mine cold Same damn story gettin’ retold I ain’t hero, I ain’t role model shit I’m just real, I don’t counterfeit If you feel this pain, then you know my name Cali Lunatic, yeah I stay insane