Frozen Peas (feat. Spaced Out)
My matter on a canvas in the gallery
Splattered with damaged cavities attached to the back
The platter got me anxious 'bout the calories
I'm cracked in half, tragedy grabbed me fast
Standing turned to a task, feel the work in my back
Feel like the verse been whack
Stumble when the words get tracked
Keep in the fuck ups, I kept in too many
I wanted the crown but my head getting heavy
(On that plankton shit)
At 16 I was bumpin ket, nose
Always tryna get a fuckin scent, so
It tore in me with more sweat and I got jumped by benzos
Put a pump to my breath so I got frozen peas on my forehead (my forehead)
Changed my focus
I floated like a lotus and addiction stole the scene with poured meds, hey
I ain't pop in four months, shit feels like four decades
I ain't smoked in six
I mean sixty seconds so I get these pens and I really end up just sleeping in my jeans
It's misty in the city and it's just a little pretty when I'm bleeding on the street
I got a knife in my pocket and Nikes on my feet
Fighting off my options and typing to my beats
I might need help, can't swallow my pride
I wallow inside and I swallow like five (exactly five)
But I know that the pills ain't me
Cause they ain't hollow inside
Splattered with damaged cavities attached to the back
The platter got me anxious 'bout the calories
I'm cracked in half, tragedy grabbed me fast
Standing turned to a task, feel the work in my back
Feel like the verse been whack
Stumble when the words get tracked
Keep in the fuck ups, I kept in too many
I wanted the crown but my head getting heavy
(On that plankton shit)
At 16 I was bumpin ket, nose
Always tryna get a fuckin scent, so
It tore in me with more sweat and I got jumped by benzos
Put a pump to my breath so I got frozen peas on my forehead (my forehead)
Changed my focus
I floated like a lotus and addiction stole the scene with poured meds, hey
I ain't pop in four months, shit feels like four decades
I ain't smoked in six
I mean sixty seconds so I get these pens and I really end up just sleeping in my jeans
It's misty in the city and it's just a little pretty when I'm bleeding on the street
I got a knife in my pocket and Nikes on my feet
Fighting off my options and typing to my beats
I might need help, can't swallow my pride
I wallow inside and I swallow like five (exactly five)
But I know that the pills ain't me
Cause they ain't hollow inside
Credits
Writer(s): Giveuppulp
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