Paroles

Steppin' out my soul to roll a hundred more dutches I ain't finna puff it with nobody, this my dungeon Coming down Geronimo, time to focus on my blunders Live in hell, I know Grey, deserving to be punished Enough of this bullshit, I never wanna do shit Living so repetitive, severing where the truth is Mental so diluted, my frontal lobe is muted Focus on the never, the better, can't make it through this My back, my back, my back against the wall Been on track to lack, to mask all of my flaws I'm erratic, the static is scratching up onto my dome Facing traffic, intact and I panic, inevitable I'm fucking up everything inside my mind tho (mind tho) Sick of this fucking life, it's just a climb tho (I don't) Fuck with the population, they all whine tho (mind you) Never gon' make it out of my disguise tho (side show) Cemetery vision, incision up on you fuckers Think you shit, but I don't miss, I be pissing up on ya numbers You won't never beat the Grey, that's somethin' you forever under Ain't a thing that you could say and ain't a thing that you could mutter That would outdo me, boy, you so lousy lil' boy I been sounding astounding, stop shouting lil' boy I been out here lil' boy, I just bounce in deploy All my hounds and they mouthing, they trouncing you boys Y'all ain't never coming back without that parasitic sentence Ain't thing up in the universe that really fucking living Ain't no way in fucking hell I ever let you make the finish I'ma blow the fucking planet everybody got they wish, yuh My back, my back, my back against the wall Been on track to lack, to mask all of my flaws I'm erratic, the static is scratching up onto my dome Facing traffic, intact and I panic, inevitable
Writer(s): Andrew Moran Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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