Give me space @ least 6 feet
Dig my grave @ least that deep

- Zen from Grandson, K.Flay, and X Ambassadors

Should we take a cab home Jesus?
Man, we can hoof it from here.
I know you can walk on the water
but can you walk on this much beer?

Bet my money on a stupid horse, I lost that
So I ran out to the track to get my cash back
I just gotta leave this place with a big bag
So I found the fuckin' jockey and I grabbed that (Pick it up!)
Pushed him down to the ground and I punched him in his face (In his face!)
Yeah, I stole his phone, that put him in his place (In his place!)
Me and the horse, we ran out of the place (The place!)
Then we drove my Porsche back to my place

I'm just staring at my empty cans that sprawl across my floor
I'm smoking dope in empty cans I got from corner stores
There's broken glass from broken pieces lying in my sink
I'll wash them down with water getting harder ending blinks
I'll hang with this old feeling, treat it like another friend
We'll sit and watch some YouTube videos, we're staying in
We'll feed a doggo playing looking good with new veneer
Then end the night in covers, whisper nothings in my ear

I've got bloodstains in my bathtub, I've got vomit on my floor
I've got Popov in my vomit, smell it as I leave my door
I've got three cans of Four Loko just to go and see your face
Going through it every weekend just to sleep and leave my place

It's really just a doggo feeling shy about their teeth
I'm walking feeling fall, I might just catch a falling leaf
I'll catch it in my mouth and I'll refuse to tear it up
I'll take it home and put it on my table in a cup
I notice it looks good, sitting next to all my empty shit
I'll clean just a little, just to show it to my friend
I'll notice that they're leaving, but they leave their bags unpacked
They say it's nothing major and they promise to be back

i know i always stretch the definition of "lines" from songs but i'm an originalist and this is my interpretation of the text

those 5a bastards ran a shallow cross
it was a boy’s last dream and a man’s first loss

What goes come back around
So when they came for me, I wasn't alarmed
Get fished out the hole like Saddam
Tough guys won't go alive, get found unarmed
An object in motion stays in motion, I wait 'til the sea calm
Slaves like hammer, Braun, ships was yea-long
It's too late for qualms with the hammer in the palm
You a slave to the hammer, you do what it wants
Take the good with the bad, fly trees and a cheap blunt
Niggas put up a good front, but you can see the zipper
Before they took a hit, I watched a nigga shiver
That that Bill Withers
Nigga had the nerve to say, "You can't take it with you"
Fuck would I want with any of this shit? Dummy