Imperial [prod. by Relta]

from Paradise Lost by RUDE x Enkrypted

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written by: Evan "Rude" Ferris
produced by: Relta
recorded, engineered & mixed by: Erik "Enkrypted" Jusenius

lyrics

Imperial:

i hit the chronic every morning when i wake up
i stumble in when i'm coming home late, drunk
i drop dead when i overdose on 8 drugs
leave me in a ditch, bleeding out, from the fake hugs
my hate shrugs off the shoulders of the great ones
look at us now, taking money from the state funds
we make fun, shooting guns, 38 snubs
miss or hit the target, either way, we gone blaze son
my face stung, when i heard my first song sung
then i turned to rap, instead of metal, what's the wrong one
the bongs done, its all cashed, but i'm not done
never gonna stop till the gallows, where i got hung
the rocks flung, from the catapults, now won
laying siege to me, smoking weed asking how come
about one or two reasons for the doubt son
never ending sad shit life should be about fun
blot out suns with the wickedness that rude spun
crawling like a spider, getting higher, from the new drugs
the greatest one, spitting fire, while you shout run
rude the demons back on track, now i'm out son