Blinkin' for some feasible methods to free yourself
Split it with my hand like cigarill's
Slick oil in a fish' gill
Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword
Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God
Walked outside, it was still gorgeous
Sharp incisors reveal slowly
And I didn't look back when I broke soil
'Cause every time I did it would hurt more
I couldn't toast a drink to demise, I heard the clink
Life could change in the blink of an eye, I'm wrinklin' time.