Yeah,

semi floors, I\'m a girl beneath the pipes. Rust on the ceiling scars getting through

the night. A whole pair of snake is torn supposed to work the fights. Riding on my

My hoodie like confessions I rewrite y \'all He\'s minute heavy Taste the metal on my

tongue Block on the wall take it slow like stunned Every track and drop feels like

lungs Full of gun by the spawn They talk about fame I talk about staying on Tapes

hit slow That\'s the rhythm I believe No crowd, no hype Just the sound that I bring

us off Brothers fall fast for the goals They can see if I stick my own wounds

With the bars I can see Street dogs blocking where the land barely burns Every loss

I took every scar still returns Silence in my zone yet the pressure still turns but

the bride never ends every corner still loves

Hi, it\'s the sound that I bring us off, burn this fall fast, like it goes,

to the pressure still gives, but the grind never ends at the corner. Stop staying

on lips and slow, that\'s the rhythm, I believe, no crowd, no hype, just the sound

that I breathe off, for offense, but it goes, and perceive, I stick my own wounds,

with the bars I conceive, streamed those, rocking with a lamp Where the land barely

burns Every loss until Curfix still turns Silence in my zone Yeah the pressure still

turns But the grind never ends Every on the phone Semaphrods On my grew beneath the

pipes On the ceiling starts Getting through the nights All a pair of sneakers Torn

so\'s to rip the fights Riding on my hoodie Like infessions I rewrite Y It\'s men

that heavy Takes the metal on my tongue Clock on the wall Take it slow like a

stunt Every track of drop Feels like lungs full of thumb By the spine They talk

about fame I Talk about staying on pipes is slow That\'s the rhythm I believe no

crowd, no hype Just a sound that I bring us off Brothers fall fast for the goals

to perceive I stick my own wounds with the bars I can see Street dogs blocking

where the land barely burns Every loss I took, every scars still returns Silence in

my zone, yeah the pressure still churns But the brine never ends, every corner still

loves

I\'m stuck in my face is slow to the grip on my

I see I stick my own bones I can see She loves rocking what a lamp That it burns

Every loss I cook Like the stars still the toes Silence in my Don\'t get a pressure

still comes, but the brine never ends up the corner stuff