Satellite
The ground's unsteady
I'm so heavy
I'm not ready yet
I start another project
Haven't even started this one
Don't call me i won't pick up
Scared to answer the phone
Just finished a song
Something for you to piss on
So i can make it glisten
If they shine a light on it
And if they ever listen
Bet you they will die for it
Like i die for it every day
I make songs and write poems is how i try to stay sane
I got passion for rappin' and now i'm askin' what i'm after
Is it tears or laughter i can't decide
So i go side to side from style to style until i find a fit
I just got settled and i'm already growing out of it
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but
(Are you stupid? you shot your pictures through the air)
Bones hurt skin burns trouble with my cartilage
Fatty fucking foods keep hardening my arteries
Built kinda tanky but i'm not a god damn Stalinist
Wanted to be skinny as a kid i used to starve myself
And carve my arms to bloody bits
Until somebody noticed it
And switched it up to slashing my thighs
Now in the hallway you're just passing me by
And i can wear short sleeves without you batting an eye
So that's a big plus
You got a big butt
And i got big dreams, but there's a big but
If i'm still stuck in this dump i'm doomed
So i need to leave but you can't
Cause you've got school
And now i can't breathe
Cause i'm not fucking losing you
A third time it might be the last
It hurts whenever i think of my past
And the things that i did
And the people i hurt
The person that i used to be was a jerk
I'm off that shit now i just want us to work
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but
(Are you stupid? you shot your pictures through the air)
I'm so heavy
I'm not ready yet
I start another project
Haven't even started this one
Don't call me i won't pick up
Scared to answer the phone
Just finished a song
Something for you to piss on
So i can make it glisten
If they shine a light on it
And if they ever listen
Bet you they will die for it
Like i die for it every day
I make songs and write poems is how i try to stay sane
I got passion for rappin' and now i'm askin' what i'm after
Is it tears or laughter i can't decide
So i go side to side from style to style until i find a fit
I just got settled and i'm already growing out of it
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but
(Are you stupid? you shot your pictures through the air)
Bones hurt skin burns trouble with my cartilage
Fatty fucking foods keep hardening my arteries
Built kinda tanky but i'm not a god damn Stalinist
Wanted to be skinny as a kid i used to starve myself
And carve my arms to bloody bits
Until somebody noticed it
And switched it up to slashing my thighs
Now in the hallway you're just passing me by
And i can wear short sleeves without you batting an eye
So that's a big plus
You got a big butt
And i got big dreams, but there's a big but
If i'm still stuck in this dump i'm doomed
So i need to leave but you can't
Cause you've got school
And now i can't breathe
Cause i'm not fucking losing you
A third time it might be the last
It hurts whenever i think of my past
And the things that i did
And the people i hurt
The person that i used to be was a jerk
I'm off that shit now i just want us to work
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
(You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but you don't seem to care
You shot your pictures through the air)
Been tryna get you fools to listen to my shit but
(Are you stupid? you shot your pictures through the air)
Credits
Writer(s): Grim Dunkels
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