The Coffin
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Did you read my invite
Note the expired date and time
Like I'm talking bout a milk carton
I'm spoiled
But I still feel fine
Yeah I'm feeling like a dime
Like a rare finger lime
Call me caviar, expensive
But not with time
You're telling face flat lies
Your brain ain't paying
You're playing the free game, lite
You're acting all fake right
You're making up scenarios
But I turn out tougher to bite
Name not jack, but call me jack-o-lantern
Imma scare the shit out of you so call me phantom
I'm acting like an update, no FAQ and no answers
Jumps-scares be one of my headline banters
I'm not home, but you still need to pack-a-lot
Imma punch the air out of you so call me marathon
I'm acting like an update, buggy one, a paradox
I'm saying shut up, I need to write, thank you a lot
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Teeth are sharp, like a wolf I'm biting
I'm striking back, bitch, like lighting
I'm striking back my minutes
Are you done with your lying
I'll beat a fucker up, but don't like fighting
I'm as perfect as I'm allowing
Myself to be by participating
In a death match, I'm flying
Can't keep a promise
so you call the spooky man
Bug me into becoming a servant, ma'am
Are you ok with your stupid head
Do you need help, with your stupid sense
I'm guessing I got the 6th sense
I'm dumb, but surrounded by stupid cans
You're laughing, my appearance funny
References to those bunnies
That hop all around, run from me
They hit their heads, concussions
Cut you up like a pumpkin
Halloween-ass light up funky
Is that attention that you're looking
Better decorations over function
Throwing shit that you think I'll eat
But I'm not lunching
Told my toxicity "sit on seats"
But your talk dodgy
I know your ass is looking for me
I'm not looking for a hater ass-kisser
Block me, bitch, block me
Transparent like glass
But I'll burn you like acid
Talking trash like a trash mouth
But your spine flaccid
Back talking, orange faced
My earbuds in, I'm relaxing
Name not jack, but call me jack-o-lantern
Imma scare the shit out of you so call me phantom
I'm acting like an update, no FAQ and no answers
Jumps-scares be one of my headline banters
I'm not home, but you still need to pack-a-lot
Imma punch the air out of you so call me marathon
I'm acting like an update, buggy one, a paradox
I'm saying shut up, I need to write, thank you a lot
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Transparent like glass
But I'll burn you like acid
Talking trash like a trash mouth
But your spine flaccid
Final nail in the coffin
You just got replaced
Are you scared now
Call my emotions elastic
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Did you read my invite
Note the expired date and time
Like I'm talking bout a milk carton
I'm spoiled
But I still feel fine
Yeah I'm feeling like a dime
Like a rare finger lime
Call me caviar, expensive
But not with time
You're telling face flat lies
Your brain ain't paying
You're playing the free game, lite
You're acting all fake right
You're making up scenarios
But I turn out tougher to bite
Name not jack, but call me jack-o-lantern
Imma scare the shit out of you so call me phantom
I'm acting like an update, no FAQ and no answers
Jumps-scares be one of my headline banters
I'm not home, but you still need to pack-a-lot
Imma punch the air out of you so call me marathon
I'm acting like an update, buggy one, a paradox
I'm saying shut up, I need to write, thank you a lot
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Teeth are sharp, like a wolf I'm biting
I'm striking back, bitch, like lighting
I'm striking back my minutes
Are you done with your lying
I'll beat a fucker up, but don't like fighting
I'm as perfect as I'm allowing
Myself to be by participating
In a death match, I'm flying
Can't keep a promise
so you call the spooky man
Bug me into becoming a servant, ma'am
Are you ok with your stupid head
Do you need help, with your stupid sense
I'm guessing I got the 6th sense
I'm dumb, but surrounded by stupid cans
You're laughing, my appearance funny
References to those bunnies
That hop all around, run from me
They hit their heads, concussions
Cut you up like a pumpkin
Halloween-ass light up funky
Is that attention that you're looking
Better decorations over function
Throwing shit that you think I'll eat
But I'm not lunching
Told my toxicity "sit on seats"
But your talk dodgy
I know your ass is looking for me
I'm not looking for a hater ass-kisser
Block me, bitch, block me
Transparent like glass
But I'll burn you like acid
Talking trash like a trash mouth
But your spine flaccid
Back talking, orange faced
My earbuds in, I'm relaxing
Name not jack, but call me jack-o-lantern
Imma scare the shit out of you so call me phantom
I'm acting like an update, no FAQ and no answers
Jumps-scares be one of my headline banters
I'm not home, but you still need to pack-a-lot
Imma punch the air out of you so call me marathon
I'm acting like an update, buggy one, a paradox
I'm saying shut up, I need to write, thank you a lot
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Final nail in the coffin
But your heart's the one that is stopping
Lock picking
But I'm not picking lockers
Destroying my sense of worth
For plotters
Transparent like glass
But I'll burn you like acid
Talking trash like a trash mouth
But your spine flaccid
Final nail in the coffin
You just got replaced
Are you scared now
Call my emotions elastic
Credits
Writer(s): Mantas šiudeikis
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