Dying Breed
Find a chance just to hold back
Workin' hard just to get back
Many things that will not last
We survive, we can outlast
Got a leash on my soul
Help, I'm losin control
Find myself all alone
Fuck you mean that we clones?
I'm dealin' with the darkness thats feedin inside of me
Good artists nowadays it's like a fucken dyin breed
Don't lose yourself, don't take a knee
Many have failed before that's a guarantee
Lock me away
I'll find my way
I'll have my day
Fuck that
We gone run it back
Bouta fuck 'em up
Where they hidin' at?
It's the wolf pack
Never coming last
I don't gotta cap
Like Jimmy, i'm bouta blast
I'm the one that they counted out
Evеrything's changing without a doubt
Never looking back, nevеr run your mouth
Cause we all bouta drown, and we all going down
Straight to hell, i'm a demon can't you tell?
I walk on 9 inch nails, down the pit I fell
Lock me away
I'll find my way
I'll have my day
I'm so damn cryptic Animalistic
Im hatred driven not optimistic
Need a bust down chain
A new pot to piss in and a iced out
Wrist too stop the blood from dripping
Why the fuck you trippin?
Why the fuck you bitching?
Might back hand that bitch why the fuck you snitching?
Wolves from woods killing all opposition
Straight precision aim in watch that bitch go missing
I got nothing too say watch 'em all fade away oh I
Must've forgot the time or the fuckin words to say oh I
My backs against the wall
They're praying for my fall
Fuck it you know it's war
And this my battle song
Workin' hard just to get back
Many things that will not last
We survive, we can outlast
Got a leash on my soul
Help, I'm losin control
Find myself all alone
Fuck you mean that we clones?
I'm dealin' with the darkness thats feedin inside of me
Good artists nowadays it's like a fucken dyin breed
Don't lose yourself, don't take a knee
Many have failed before that's a guarantee
Lock me away
I'll find my way
I'll have my day
Fuck that
We gone run it back
Bouta fuck 'em up
Where they hidin' at?
It's the wolf pack
Never coming last
I don't gotta cap
Like Jimmy, i'm bouta blast
I'm the one that they counted out
Evеrything's changing without a doubt
Never looking back, nevеr run your mouth
Cause we all bouta drown, and we all going down
Straight to hell, i'm a demon can't you tell?
I walk on 9 inch nails, down the pit I fell
Lock me away
I'll find my way
I'll have my day
I'm so damn cryptic Animalistic
Im hatred driven not optimistic
Need a bust down chain
A new pot to piss in and a iced out
Wrist too stop the blood from dripping
Why the fuck you trippin?
Why the fuck you bitching?
Might back hand that bitch why the fuck you snitching?
Wolves from woods killing all opposition
Straight precision aim in watch that bitch go missing
I got nothing too say watch 'em all fade away oh I
Must've forgot the time or the fuckin words to say oh I
My backs against the wall
They're praying for my fall
Fuck it you know it's war
And this my battle song
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandre Barato, ángel Cabrera, Beau Holland, Tanis Reid
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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