Backspang.

You're saying that I am a sicko
Bitch look under your pillow
I can fit I am little
Mother fucker stuck right in the middle
You really do make me giggle
Wiped out unofficial
I took the wrong path I got a pencil & I started to scribble
If you don't know what happened
Then you shouldn't say shit
Yeah, Rinsed up a new fashion
No guns now I've got lists
Of every single mother fucker who killed or murdered or tried to embarrass me
You are your own fucked up fantasy
I think you need a new strategy

Every time that you lied
It kind of kept me alive
Now it's myself & I
I still don't sleep at night
Yeah thinking 'bout an offence
I think that's a sign
Knocked out my own eyes
To see what is right

I'm not gonna stop yet I'm keep scheming
For everything that I'm leaving
So I can start reaching & dreaming I'm seeing the feeling without even breathing
I keep moving I'm athletic
But I'm also an anaesthetic
I move in the shadows I've got enough ammo
To kill. You're all so pathetic
I've got a friends & enemies so frenemies i need to let them be
You're so dramatic, you're telling me a scandal boy you a felony
I do not get lies or memories, your character isn't supremacy
Many fouls I need a penalty I'm kind of sick of the jealousy
I know you don't get my legacy
We know you do it on purpose never accidentally
We don't believe every version fucking us mentally
I really dont get it
I cannot forget it
We are not free like an elegy
Please stop condemning me

Every time that you lied
It kind of kept me alive
Now it's myself & I
I still don't sleep at night
Yeah thinking 'bout an offence
I think that's a sign
Knocked out my own eyes
To see what is right
Every time that you lied
It kind of kept me alive
Now it's myself & I
I still don't sleep at night
Yeah thinking 'bout an offence
I think that's a sign
Knocked out my own eyes
To see what is right



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Writer(s): Samuel Bradley
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