When Will You Tell It

Gray?

Yes?

What is that?

It's...

What's going on?

It's my mother

Wha, wha, wha, your mother? Who's come into the house?

My mother

Your mother came into the house? I hear a man's voi...

Ran outa gas
Tryna climb to the climax
Fingers stepped on
No choice but to fall back
Fina trade in those holy vans
For a button down shirt
And some steam pressed pants
Shouldve made a move when you had the chance
Say you can recover
But we know you cant
Reaching out for help
But theyre too far in the distance
Tryna shout your words
But theyre too far to listen
Ay
But theyre too far to listen
Ay
But theyre too far to listen
Tryna shout your words
But theyre too far to listen
Disappear today,
Wont know if you missin
Ay,
Wont know if you missin
Ay
Wont know you missin
Disappear today,
Wont know if you missin
Tryna shout your words
But they're too far to listen

Now I can't go anywhere
Without seeing your resemblance
I know you fucking hate me
Im fading from your remembrance
My words are screaming "Let us in!"
You're the virus and the medicine
But I can't get better
Because I can't afford the prescription
My thoughts are closing in
And I don't know where to turn
They don't know where I've been
Still they wana see me burn
If I could walk away from this life
And hold onto one thing I've learned
It'd be that there's no such thing as waiting
You gota steal your turn u bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Nuka Prix
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