The Twilight Zone
I left the downers alone a long time ago
Lot of temptation for me to Geronimo
I put my faults and feelings in an envelope
No way around it, we falling like dominos
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
I pray my momma don't find me disgusting
Pray that my dad still has courage to love me
Pray that my parents defend my decisions whenever my name gets brought up in discussions
I analyzed all lasting repercussions
But I still did, wish I could overcome it
Wish that I could've embraced all the light in the world but I settled for darkness consumption
I feel like dying for real
My parents 401k plan is me
Now adding on to the stress of them having a son in the grave, their retirements ceased
Wondering what will my peers think of me
Haunting feelings of the joys of release
Out On the surface, the mantra to scream was don't break, but on the inside I was creasing
I'm impervious
I lack encouragement
I lack the words to say, I make it up in these verses
I'm Filled with all confidence but get I nervous
I duck in my shell and wait for metamorphosis
Ducked in a coffin and changed into corpses
Only thing resting my mind is the thought of those grieving and mourning wake up in the mornings
Thoughts in the mind of a boy bound to forfeit
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Closed Casket Closed Caption Closed Minded
Closed Mouths Silent Action
I was known to crawl up out of oblivion
But this situations drastic
Wish I could've had the motives and drive to reach out to my shorty
Conscious was telling me telling me telling me not to add any chapters to her story
Feel like the advice was bogus
I whip the rope like a Ford and then I go exploring
Pull up to Heaven's Gate, noose my neck, scream out to Jesus and hopefully he will approach me
Then imma signal the motion of jumping and go ahead give him my one minute notice
Told him that these fucking feelings were potent
I guess that he was too busy to notice
Lot of temptation for me to Geronimo
I put my faults and feelings in an envelope
No way around it, we falling like dominos
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
I pray my momma don't find me disgusting
Pray that my dad still has courage to love me
Pray that my parents defend my decisions whenever my name gets brought up in discussions
I analyzed all lasting repercussions
But I still did, wish I could overcome it
Wish that I could've embraced all the light in the world but I settled for darkness consumption
I feel like dying for real
My parents 401k plan is me
Now adding on to the stress of them having a son in the grave, their retirements ceased
Wondering what will my peers think of me
Haunting feelings of the joys of release
Out On the surface, the mantra to scream was don't break, but on the inside I was creasing
I'm impervious
I lack encouragement
I lack the words to say, I make it up in these verses
I'm Filled with all confidence but get I nervous
I duck in my shell and wait for metamorphosis
Ducked in a coffin and changed into corpses
Only thing resting my mind is the thought of those grieving and mourning wake up in the mornings
Thoughts in the mind of a boy bound to forfeit
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Y'all pray for Birkin's
I pray to get bloody
Closed Casket Closed Caption Closed Minded
Closed Mouths Silent Action
I was known to crawl up out of oblivion
But this situations drastic
Wish I could've had the motives and drive to reach out to my shorty
Conscious was telling me telling me telling me not to add any chapters to her story
Feel like the advice was bogus
I whip the rope like a Ford and then I go exploring
Pull up to Heaven's Gate, noose my neck, scream out to Jesus and hopefully he will approach me
Then imma signal the motion of jumping and go ahead give him my one minute notice
Told him that these fucking feelings were potent
I guess that he was too busy to notice
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Writer(s): Patrick Wilson
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