Good book, handgun, cigarettes, light me up, I'll smoke my fill Menthol Juliette pirouettes, her arm around me keeps me chill Shakin' like a small block motor mount baby Droolin' on your windowsill Shakin’ like a big block, eight count standin' The injury will likely kill No good solution, when the water's high Just close your eyes and say goodbye Hip flask, hollow point, mountain top, raisin' up my arms to the sky Bloodlust, bureaucrat, pop-pop-pop, with this injury you're likely to die Shakin' like a fat man sittin' in the sauna, feel the sweat runnin' off of my face Shakin' like a small block motor mount baby Welcome to this wicked place No good solution, when the water's high Just close your eyes and say goodbye No good solution, with your sad, sad face tell me what would bring you To this wicked place Hey, do you recognize the lines across your face Hey, tell me what would bring you to this wicked place Hey, will you hold me back or leave without a trace Hey, tell me what would bring you to this wicked place