What

Take it back, make a rack
Off some stupid shit and then I blow it on bitch
But she let me blow out her her back, aye
Deep voice, painted nails, that's my plan of attack
Pulling on my chains and she slap me I slap her back
Say she like it rough so I choke her and give her whip lash
Fix that, mis matched
Clothes with the plague mask
Whip that, aye
In the car I feel like dan pat
Fangs all in my mouth yeah I'm feeling kinda like riff raff
Bite ya like a kit kat
Cut out the chit chat
She keep looking down telling me that she wanna lick that
I don't have the time I don't have the fucking patience
Like a fucking mime I'm trapped in imagination
Change up on a dime I'm angry and aggravated
I don't have the time, time, change up on a dime, dime

Feeling adrenaline all in my veins
Killing the middle man feeling no pain
Feeling nothing yeah it's all in my brain
Feeling nothing yeah it's all in my, ugh
Spilling my venomous blood I'm insane
Killin' no benefits to keep me plain
I think it's working I'm numbing the pain
I can go back to myself I'm contained

Deep voice, painted nails, that's my plan of attack
Pulling on my chains and she slap me I slap her back, aye
Say she like it rough so I choke her and give her whip lash
Fix that, mis matched clothes with the plague mask
I dress how I want confidence I never lack
Mess up and front now I try to get it back
Heart rate up anxiety heart attack
I fucked up I cannot bounce back
Paranoiac with no positive feedback
I'm staying with the strap so I can properly react
To wack situations and hijack altercations
To subtract expectations I get back to where I used to be
I'm a part of a community and full of opportunities
Where union fees aren't just made of gratuity
It's just you and me so fluently I speak in hopes of more immunity
From feelings of ambiguity, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Reece Rowan
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