Boring
I think of your timing differently, look at you & look at me
I think of my timing differently, look at you & look at me
Crimson, crimson nightingale waves for me to be there
And now this is my cons... don't expect me to bail, stuck in this prison
Ego is the grounding I'm given, punished to repeat myself
It's all self living from here, I won't cop to any transgression, here to be fear
I'm locked away while repeating myself
There's no such thing as ego death so this is my hell
There's no such thing as ego death so this is my hell
Boring, lonely in the abyss, lawless, oh faithful lawless
Lawless, oh faithful lawless. Boring, lonely in mirrored mist
To manifest, with low steps at high mechs
I keep seeing swiss, cheesy fuckers with grins, low clepto chances
I use to take, I use to take souls, now my muddaskunt is the death that I'm owed
Freshly tortured with the smell of my sou
I can breathe, check me, the board is always for the taking, worshipped, my mask is my face
Do you see where I'm sitting? My mask is my face
Do you hear what I'm eating?
Always for the takin' is the boring board, as the street gets swept for the early birds
They can't believe I snatched control of me, my head was harder than what, protected me
Always for the takin' is the boring board, as the street gets swept for the early birds
They can't believe I snatched control of me, my head was harder than what, protected me
I think of my timing differently, look at you & look at me
Crimson, crimson nightingale waves for me to be there
And now this is my cons... don't expect me to bail, stuck in this prison
Ego is the grounding I'm given, punished to repeat myself
It's all self living from here, I won't cop to any transgression, here to be fear
I'm locked away while repeating myself
There's no such thing as ego death so this is my hell
There's no such thing as ego death so this is my hell
Boring, lonely in the abyss, lawless, oh faithful lawless
Lawless, oh faithful lawless. Boring, lonely in mirrored mist
To manifest, with low steps at high mechs
I keep seeing swiss, cheesy fuckers with grins, low clepto chances
I use to take, I use to take souls, now my muddaskunt is the death that I'm owed
Freshly tortured with the smell of my sou
I can breathe, check me, the board is always for the taking, worshipped, my mask is my face
Do you see where I'm sitting? My mask is my face
Do you hear what I'm eating?
Always for the takin' is the boring board, as the street gets swept for the early birds
They can't believe I snatched control of me, my head was harder than what, protected me
Always for the takin' is the boring board, as the street gets swept for the early birds
They can't believe I snatched control of me, my head was harder than what, protected me
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Writer(s): Antonio Escobar
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