Aura
I'm a third eye gemini, young dumb and feeble
I'm a renaissance man and I got a desert eagle
I'm a 14 year old kid with some rage in his heart
Wanna stab his own heart
The devil know his part like the back of his hand
He been calling me to hell since I'm becoming a man
And I been listening too closely feeling like loose leaf paper
Man I'm tryna stack my paper, and I stack it in the wind
So it blew away from me and I do it all again
This girl was my stapler, metaphor and synonym
'Cause she put me back together, but she stabbed me in the end
Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, god forgive me for my sins
I been losing faith, am I still religious
Oh I'm sorry, to my kids, and their kid's next of kin
I been cuttin through my skin with a grin as expression
Running out of time, tryna deal with depression
Mysterious aura man that's what I'm all about
Keep putting me down dad i'm boutta act out
I been gaining all my doubt and boutta pass out
I been losing time, better find a better route
Act out, black out, what, what, what about
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it
Act out, black out, what, what, what about it
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it, yeah
Human aura, stole it, store it
New whip and I floor it, floor it Sorta outta order
Mental disorder and I cope by making fun of it
Oh you caught me red handed
I been aiming my gun and it's just for the fun of it
Just for the fun of it
Just for the hell of it
I been so delicate
Ever since depression hit
I wish that it never hit
I wish I never developed it, should I welcome it with two open arms
Smoke alarms ringing off in my mind two times a day
No place to stay when I set fire to this place
Social norms give me harm I can't adapt to the race today
When I set fire to this place
Mysterious aura man that's what I'm all about
Keep putting me down dad i'm boutta act out
I been gaining all my doubt and boutta pass out
I been losing time, better find a better route
Act out, black out, what, what, what about
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it
Act out, black out, what, what, what about it
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it, yeah
Man it's funny looking back on something from like, a month ago
Thinking I've changed
Yeah I get that
I'm a renaissance man and I got a desert eagle
I'm a 14 year old kid with some rage in his heart
Wanna stab his own heart
The devil know his part like the back of his hand
He been calling me to hell since I'm becoming a man
And I been listening too closely feeling like loose leaf paper
Man I'm tryna stack my paper, and I stack it in the wind
So it blew away from me and I do it all again
This girl was my stapler, metaphor and synonym
'Cause she put me back together, but she stabbed me in the end
Oh I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry, god forgive me for my sins
I been losing faith, am I still religious
Oh I'm sorry, to my kids, and their kid's next of kin
I been cuttin through my skin with a grin as expression
Running out of time, tryna deal with depression
Mysterious aura man that's what I'm all about
Keep putting me down dad i'm boutta act out
I been gaining all my doubt and boutta pass out
I been losing time, better find a better route
Act out, black out, what, what, what about
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it
Act out, black out, what, what, what about it
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it, yeah
Human aura, stole it, store it
New whip and I floor it, floor it Sorta outta order
Mental disorder and I cope by making fun of it
Oh you caught me red handed
I been aiming my gun and it's just for the fun of it
Just for the fun of it
Just for the hell of it
I been so delicate
Ever since depression hit
I wish that it never hit
I wish I never developed it, should I welcome it with two open arms
Smoke alarms ringing off in my mind two times a day
No place to stay when I set fire to this place
Social norms give me harm I can't adapt to the race today
When I set fire to this place
Mysterious aura man that's what I'm all about
Keep putting me down dad i'm boutta act out
I been gaining all my doubt and boutta pass out
I been losing time, better find a better route
Act out, black out, what, what, what about
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it
Act out, black out, what, what, what about it
Strap out, slap grout, shut, shut up about it, yeah
Man it's funny looking back on something from like, a month ago
Thinking I've changed
Yeah I get that
Credits
Writer(s): Hampton J
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