Terror Growth

Always wrong like all of the time
Always late like fuck what's the time

Still that schizo
Stil seeing shadows
Walls like horishima
Bright light eyes narrow

Nowadays tryna stay transparent
Like glass but it shattered

Shame gets boring
Like gcses
Got me talking not doing
Like people with dreams

(I don't think I can do this)

And he goes down like the fuckin titanic
Then he's up again manic speech word salad

(I really think that I've got it this time)

You're sleep Deprived
I ain't surprised
It's the skunk its weaponised

Uh
And he's speaking up
And hes speaking up the quiet kid is speaking up

Now he's that guy he don't give a fuck
Got like 3 bitches at once man he's on the up

Uh uh
But he's outta luck
But he's outta luck
He messed up I shit you not
One of them girls was dirty thot
Might as well not have a cock boy cut it off

What you know bout isolation
What you know bout isolation

What you know bout isolation
What you know bout isolation

What you know bout conversation
That a real question?
Test my patience
What you know bout conversation
What you know bout conversation

What you know bout conversation
That a real question?
Test my patience
What you know bout conversation
What you know bout conversation

And he's on his knees and he's beggin her
And she's on her knees like her jaw hurt

Take me back I miss you
Tear that pussy up like a tissue

There's only like one real explanation for how you're feeling (Yeah what's that?)
You're lonely and you miss the comfort like (Oh)
It's alright
That's normal as fuck like people need comfort in their life (Yeah I guess)

But when that comfort becomes too toxic then
It's gonna become a problem
(Yeah I fuckin know that)
It's gonna annoy you

And when it, when it starts to annoy you too much like
You'll begin to hate, you'll begin to hate peoples around you

Because you're so frustrated in yourself
That you have to project it onto other people to fucking deal with like man
It's sad but it's true

It's true

Uh uh I don't give a fuck
Uh uh
I'll do what I must
Uh uh I don't give a fuck
Uh uh
I'll do what I must

What
Silly boy
You'll get drowned like milli boy
Blood like billy boy

Get eat by
Rats in the street
Sixnine with the beef
Main course gotta eat uh

He was caught by his teeth
Too white too sleek
He was workin in the bleak
Jus to make ends meet

Tryna bridge a gap 'tween
Poor and the rich

He never came back they had his head on a stick

His bloody body drip rotted tracksuit fit
If you bridged the gap then you chattin shit
(Bruh)

Kmt he's chatting pure breeze