[Prod. Tee8]
[Intro]
Look:
[Verse]
I’m in the business of cumulating the loss
Walk above the earth
And I heard my presence was lost
At what cost?
Patience is never coming across
Fuck how it be in the trenches of mind wars
Fools talk about “suicide is abhorred”
Inside myself my presences warring
Born sinners, wars in them - alarmed
A Sore winner - hauled wins from the harm
Warm winters, harbinger of scars
Hungry from afar
Demons is fiending for more dinners
I’m guarded from forcing up the bar
Torn-ridden mind, had to call-ring up with God
Torn-ridden mind, had to call-ring up with God
[Verse 2]
And hе ain’t answer
Left me on hold and undеr pressure to please
Like a slave dancer
And so I changed spots
Shook Him off strong how niggas wage wars against the cancer
Now I’m a plain panther
Sick of clandestine investments;
A broad day prancer
A wake up call after
Told my nigga Shimii I’ll die
And that there’s nothing after I vaai
And that I’m feeling lighter
Getting closer to the end of the plot
And after every minute that I jot
I’m punching in the passwords
Unlocking the end of my last words
“weathered mask” was
A nice way to say I’m harassed by the faster
The hastily coming demise of laughter
I’m in a war with myself
Not even calling it stealth
[Intro]
Look:
[Verse]
I’m in the business of cumulating the loss
Walk above the earth
And I heard my presence was lost
At what cost?
Patience is never coming across
Fuck how it be in the trenches of mind wars
Fools talk about “suicide is abhorred”
Inside myself my presences warring
Born sinners, wars in them - alarmed
A Sore winner - hauled wins from the harm
Warm winters, harbinger of scars
Hungry from afar
Demons is fiending for more dinners
I’m guarded from forcing up the bar
Torn-ridden mind, had to call-ring up with God
Torn-ridden mind, had to call-ring up with God
[Verse 2]
And hе ain’t answer
Left me on hold and undеr pressure to please
Like a slave dancer
And so I changed spots
Shook Him off strong how niggas wage wars against the cancer
Now I’m a plain panther
Sick of clandestine investments;
A broad day prancer
A wake up call after
Told my nigga Shimii I’ll die
And that there’s nothing after I vaai
And that I’m feeling lighter
Getting closer to the end of the plot
And after every minute that I jot
I’m punching in the passwords
Unlocking the end of my last words
“weathered mask” was
A nice way to say I’m harassed by the faster
The hastily coming demise of laughter
I’m in a war with myself
Not even calling it stealth
( Slxdio )
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