ryan jesse

I might not make it out alive, being strangled by my vice, how am I locked inside but still outrunning, I might not make it through the night, tangled up in my own mind, how am i locked inside but still outrunning, theres a call that i should make because im bound here bout to break, white lies turn to lines, while all my fear internalize, tell me how to stop, wake me when its done, seeing my reflection down the barrel of a gun, roll them bills and blow them back cause they wont stop coming