[Lyric] HERPES TEST (Poe Cete)

[INTRO: WEIRDMAGEDDON]
This is the Nightosphere. A realm that bends reality from the laws of physics. Through the window that our protagonist has entered, he is exposed to a new environment parallel to his world

[VERSE 1:]
Constantly oblivious to my surroundings
It’s just the little things that really make life so astounding
And the new sights have entered, but that info seems doubtfully
Sit in disbelief, while all the chaos is unraveling

[HOOK:]
-ing -ing -ing -ing -ing
-raveling
-ing -ing -ing -ing -ing
-raveling
-ing -ing -ing -ing -ing
-raveling
-ing -ing -ing -ing -ing
-raveling

[VERSE 2:]
Cheap riddance and recognition, it’s blasphemy
Peculiar environment, unusual anatomy
But I’m left vulnerable, maybe it’s not the flattery
Who the fuck am I kidding? I’m more clueless than I’ll ever be
[HOOK:]
Be, be, be, be, be
-ever be
Be, be, be, be, be
-ever be
Be, be, be, be, be
-ever be
Massacre, these niggas just crash and burn, I see that shit all the ti-ti-ti-ti-

[VERSE 3:]
Since the early days, shit was not enough from me
I guess my presence or existing matter ain’t live up to be
Come to find out everyone used to look up to me
Until they found that i was weird and didn’t fuck with me
From that day, I dodged and weaved the threats they sent to me
Tarnished relationships, I guess that they weren’t meant to be
The turmoil that plagued terrains and fucked it up so recklessly
How do you keep life from dying? All you do is LET IT BREATHE

[BRIDGE: WEIRDMAGEDDON]
Introduced to a new way of thinking and compromising his past self’s ideology, he must decide whether he will overcome his demons and move on, or refuse to confront, leaving him in eternal darkness

[VERSE 4:]
Now I’m feeling nauseous, dealing with my fuck shit
Say she wanted more, but I can’t, I’m losing function
And I know you bluffing, fake like you full of stuffing
Niggas want potential but they push my fucking buttons
Hoes they out for cuffing, but they ain’t worth nothing
Believe me, don’t please me, I know that you’ve toughened
Take it from my substance, she be on to something
How many pedophiles will settle for your abduction, ugh
[OUTRO:]
You know about my burning sensation
In my soul
(This nigga can’t sing for shi-i-i-i-i-i-i-)
Who the fuck have I turned to, just to leave you in the cold
Save me from myself, as if there’s no other option
And I take you are from Compton, FUCK