DISPROPORTIONATE

Smoke, fire
Stairs, spire
Cable, wire
Singing, choir
Battering to shattering
Fattening to gluttoning
Shuttering to stuttering
Buttoning to fastening

These terms may seem like they're interchangeable
Like they're proportional
But that's debatable
Your reasoning is full of unstable-minded traits
And I'm faithful it's not too late
But that faith is almost out of faith
And my mind is about to be made
Gotta stop the bomb and my head and
Take a second
Before this shit goes nine-eleven
Jealous guy like John Lennon
I'm not ready to share the spotlight yet and
You a fool for stepping forth, stay out of my lane or you'll be my tenant
Careful where you're pointing that gun
I'm not someone you should fuck with for fun
I'm a different person when you on the run
I won't stop my purge 'till your neck is strung
Take this rocket
Yeah the one in my pocket
See that locket on your neck
I'ma aim and I'ma pop it
Like your eyes right out the sockets
I got two options like a faucet
Number one, I won't unlock it
Number two, I'll spread your loose bolts and your sprockets

Smoke, fire
Stairs, spire
Cable, wire
Singing, choir
Battering to shattering
Fattening to gluttoning
Shuttering to stuttering
Buttoning to fastening

(Ok, ok)
(Ok, ok)
(Ok, ok)
(Ok, ok, ok, o-)

Bitch acting like she's all important
How unfortunate
She think she savage like the forest
I'd hate to see her at her worst
She barges into my heart like she got a warrant
And this foreign whore ain't got the correct love to pour in their it's really abhorrent
But my attention has been shortened girl
You know we ain't concordant
And I wrote this song to inform it to you
But my heart ain't dormant
It's got a torrent of discordant unimportant people washed up shore
And it's got me feeling tormented



Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Bocanelli
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