Ignatia Amara

I'm feeling fucked up I do not trust her I bring the thunder Why do I suffer Switchblade stomping on the feet May day open up the coffin got the key Always wheezing coughing bout to vomit On the street Pop a tab of acid now I'm stomping on the beat Ima die slow Feeling like a ripped throat Walking on the rope Let it go to the cold Breathe slow with the flow Walking to the hangman show With the crowds in the rows And the birds be the crows You came to flip on the gang I came with boots and a chain I stomp em I'm looking at brains Vampire tuck in my fang Look at me level up watching me change Ay, aye We not the same Pussy boy suffered his fate King of the hate Look at my energy never the same Look at me change All of my friends They do not talk to me Lets not pretend This is the end Eyes turning black And my veins turning red I'm out of dopamine I got no soul in me I got nobody to talk to me Demons be calling me I'm at the top of my levels You sit with the devil don't talk to me ever Bitch I'm feeling fucked up I do not trust her I bring the thunder Why do I suffer I'm feeling fucked up I do not trust her I bring the thunder Why do I suffer I'm feeling fucked up I do not trust her I bring the thunder Why do I suffer I'm feeling fucked up I do not trust her I bring the thunder Why do I suffer