Nomadic Lifestyle We all in tune But I’m a Lone Wolf I Howl at the Moon Sit in the dark Wait for my prey All this flesh that I rip Was made out of clay I smell the Doja We follow the trail Smoke some dokha Hope my lungs are okay Rip on it once Rip on it twice F*ck all these cunts They gon pay the price I laugh with the gas They laugh at your ass Filling the whippet See the dead when I crash The pills made me do it I don’t give a f*ck Talking to the priest Our children are fucked Steel on my fingers My phone ain't on ringer The smoke keep on linger Digging deep thinker Waited on trams Waited on busses Don’t f*ck with my clan We gon play you like puppets All I tried to dooo was be Human These marks on my shoulder been tallied by the devils that be trooping All I try to do is make em happy Your nights getting colder, while they mark your future with a red pen All I tried to dooo was be Human These marks on my shoulder been tallied by the devils that be trooping All I try to do is make em happy Your nights getting colder, while they mark your future with a red pen