Lucy

Life is kinder shit
I guess it kinder is
They tell you who you are, before you even is
Live a whole life until you reduced to were
I ain't even meeting people, there isn't no her
I think my art is hurting
I am not growing
Fuck a metaphor the truth is where it's all stowing
A limbo in your limbs, could be the way of curtains
I don't need direction
I need out of these four walls
Feel a little normal, say how I think
Without a fucking pause
But I am the cause
I am always the cause
Black and grey
Nothing pops
Dull shades
Secret shops
Her eyes fluttered
But only in my mind, she ain't real
Don't forget it
You ain't worth shit
And you're always indebted
You could never beat me
I'm in your thoughts when you shed it
No escaping
I am you
I am now
You are not

Wind blowing think the hardest thing knowing
When the wins is, stowing
So the losses keep tolling
And my guts leap rolling
Down the street, in my colon
Take a shriek, if you stolen, em
Everybody holding hands
Do a little fucking dance
Become a millionaire
Become a millionaire
Fuck that, fuck that

Wind blowing think the hardest thing knowing
When the wins is, stowing
So the losses keep tolling
And my guts leap rolling
Down the street, in my colon
Take a shriek, if you stolen, em
Everybody holding hands
Do a little fucking dance
Become a millionaire
Become a millionaire
Fuck that, fuck that

Losses keep tolling
Street if you
Take a shriek if you stolen em
Everybody holding hands

I don't see colour
I don't feel nothing
I am all gone
Hate the way I walk
Way I see, way I breathe
I'm naked
Everybody can tell
I'm fucked up
Nobody stickin' by a sinking ship and
I can't yell
I'm lucked out
Y'all hang
Plight of the self



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Writer(s): Kye Ultra
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