Verse 1: [Repea]
Become lost in my old ways
Old days old hate, might retire all the way in Norway
Separation anxiety always been a factor
Everything I seek after and I’ll still choose the ladder
Give me two reasons I should show the world my power
I’ll up you by two and still not release an album
Closed borders causes closed borders from me when
I’m in close quarters with someone I ain’t over yet
Have you ordered yet? you gazing off, bring ordеr yet I’m dazing off
Erasing off all my lazy thoughts
The closest I got to slits is thе marks on my wrist from all my tight ass bracelets
(I'm just a skinny bitch)
And I’ll wear that proudly like an emo chick, clench my fist, if it wasn’t for music on my walls, there would be holes in it
With drywall on my sheets, cause it hurts to sleep
Cuz the same fist that made those holes just made this beat
(Split personality, I can’t practice me)
Verse 2: [305 Kam]
Head caught slippin’ on some cold shoulders
I mull over
Frantic thoughts and yet I fought thorough my trauma
Shouts to the deadbeat of fathers
Mouth spitting heavy saliva
Nouns getting knees-deep in silence
Deciples needy in private
You not my villain nor my synonym
Melanin paved on the street again
Puke out the ash of my sin-to-sin
Is how I live
My sentencing
Locked up is my innocence
Choke up if I rap more
This heat make my throat sore
And lately I’m more forward
Like red rooms with no gore in ‘em
All I see is red
Some claim they talent but talent is easily misread
Jot essays for my ese’s
Pen puncture more than led
No take off when my bars are overhead
And mama fed
The meanest species of demon that Heaven sent
God ain’t over yet
I ain’t over yet
Give out more shots than vets
And slap my name on your presence each time I take a step
Verse 3: [Repea]
Taking less breaths like an asthma attack
I study all my best verses for the following tracks
Crave fame but too afraid to leave my own place
I see a hollow shell, my older self, just sits on a shelf
And watches
Fuck buying bags, got the richest ones under my eyes
No surprise when I relocate my mental state cuz I ju-
Recently I talk to the pad, more than i talk people
I’m merely a spectator, looking through a peephole
Tylenol, prescription pain, dissolving my ego
I see a hollow shell, my older self just watches like an eagle
Shit, fuck
Become lost in my old ways
Old days old hate, might retire all the way in Norway
Separation anxiety always been a factor
Everything I seek after and I’ll still choose the ladder
Give me two reasons I should show the world my power
I’ll up you by two and still not release an album
Closed borders causes closed borders from me when
I’m in close quarters with someone I ain’t over yet
Have you ordered yet? you gazing off, bring ordеr yet I’m dazing off
Erasing off all my lazy thoughts
The closest I got to slits is thе marks on my wrist from all my tight ass bracelets
(I'm just a skinny bitch)
And I’ll wear that proudly like an emo chick, clench my fist, if it wasn’t for music on my walls, there would be holes in it
With drywall on my sheets, cause it hurts to sleep
Cuz the same fist that made those holes just made this beat
(Split personality, I can’t practice me)
Verse 2: [305 Kam]
Head caught slippin’ on some cold shoulders
I mull over
Frantic thoughts and yet I fought thorough my trauma
Shouts to the deadbeat of fathers
Mouth spitting heavy saliva
Nouns getting knees-deep in silence
Deciples needy in private
You not my villain nor my synonym
Melanin paved on the street again
Puke out the ash of my sin-to-sin
Is how I live
My sentencing
Locked up is my innocence
Choke up if I rap more
This heat make my throat sore
And lately I’m more forward
Like red rooms with no gore in ‘em
All I see is red
Some claim they talent but talent is easily misread
Jot essays for my ese’s
Pen puncture more than led
No take off when my bars are overhead
And mama fed
The meanest species of demon that Heaven sent
God ain’t over yet
I ain’t over yet
Give out more shots than vets
And slap my name on your presence each time I take a step
Verse 3: [Repea]
Taking less breaths like an asthma attack
I study all my best verses for the following tracks
Crave fame but too afraid to leave my own place
I see a hollow shell, my older self, just sits on a shelf
And watches
Fuck buying bags, got the richest ones under my eyes
No surprise when I relocate my mental state cuz I ju-
Recently I talk to the pad, more than i talk people
I’m merely a spectator, looking through a peephole
Tylenol, prescription pain, dissolving my ego
I see a hollow shell, my older self just watches like an eagle
Shit, fuck
( Repea )
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