Slytherin/Spoke
Slipped myself a couple xannies, now I'm feeling sick
What fucking got me to do this shit
Told my mum about the problems, now she worried sick
My brain's kinda folding while I'm doing it
Now I'm feeling everything like it's hazy, shit
Whatchu saying now? I'm feeling kinda crazy, shit
Going down in slow-mo, super phasing tricks
Having conversations with myself, fusing in a click
Simple thought and discussions, you negligent bitch
That ACDC way back in Christmas
How we used to write that intimate shit?
Simple thought and discussions, you negligent bitch
That ACDC way back in Christmas
How we used to write that intimate shit?
You lost it and I'm crying for another chance, glitch
I'm sniffing coke off my study table, then switch
Rocking no label, how we supposed to do this shit
We collided, tried it and blew it in
The mothafuckin kid with the slurry speech
And the skinny yet witty, s1ggy's dream
Hold on to the cables, truly the fuckin creep
Surreally the way that you fucking see...
So simple and vibrant in dreaming fucking daze
Even Daisy dreamt dully to be dead again
So simple and Scully saw Sandy syndicate
The renegade's running right down the rainy ray
So hold up lets discuss this compelling hatred game
Did Gary kill Gabi, God, give us your gracious grace
So I'm blinding your vision, man this is so unfortunate
The portion so potent piled patent so we aborting it
The token to tip took time to kill just fucking disproportionate
Soft spoken your thrill slithering through your super-spoken gift
Your vision is vague - your perception's fake
Secretly spill some leveled space
In heaven or hell, the hollow we dwell
Blood on me fell
The words we share
Man, there's no time to spare
Written down in a record that I've played
Told my brother about all the fuckin hate
Most underrated artist
People just don't get my abcs
Little confession that I have to make
Every word or lyrics truly isn't fake
Just stranded on my fucking brain
Psychotic, but I'm just derreranged
What fucking got me to do this shit
Told my mum about the problems, now she worried sick
My brain's kinda folding while I'm doing it
Now I'm feeling everything like it's hazy, shit
Whatchu saying now? I'm feeling kinda crazy, shit
Going down in slow-mo, super phasing tricks
Having conversations with myself, fusing in a click
Simple thought and discussions, you negligent bitch
That ACDC way back in Christmas
How we used to write that intimate shit?
Simple thought and discussions, you negligent bitch
That ACDC way back in Christmas
How we used to write that intimate shit?
You lost it and I'm crying for another chance, glitch
I'm sniffing coke off my study table, then switch
Rocking no label, how we supposed to do this shit
We collided, tried it and blew it in
The mothafuckin kid with the slurry speech
And the skinny yet witty, s1ggy's dream
Hold on to the cables, truly the fuckin creep
Surreally the way that you fucking see...
So simple and vibrant in dreaming fucking daze
Even Daisy dreamt dully to be dead again
So simple and Scully saw Sandy syndicate
The renegade's running right down the rainy ray
So hold up lets discuss this compelling hatred game
Did Gary kill Gabi, God, give us your gracious grace
So I'm blinding your vision, man this is so unfortunate
The portion so potent piled patent so we aborting it
The token to tip took time to kill just fucking disproportionate
Soft spoken your thrill slithering through your super-spoken gift
Your vision is vague - your perception's fake
Secretly spill some leveled space
In heaven or hell, the hollow we dwell
Blood on me fell
The words we share
Man, there's no time to spare
Written down in a record that I've played
Told my brother about all the fuckin hate
Most underrated artist
People just don't get my abcs
Little confession that I have to make
Every word or lyrics truly isn't fake
Just stranded on my fucking brain
Psychotic, but I'm just derreranged
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Writer(s): Sirsam
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