Lividity
You make me compromise
You keep me real
It comes as no surprise
When you tell me how to feel
I'm not another piece of dirt
To be here stamped down on by your shoe
And I would rather sell my soul
Than be stuck here in this room with you
No matter how high, how low, how sick
(I mean something, I mean something)
Not another number or player you pick
(I mean something, I mean something)
Don't trust your hollow lies
Won't test your faith
Don't trust those blackened eyes
Won't tempt your fate
Staring out the window at 3AM
As it all comes crashing down
Anxiety falls with the rain outside
I gulp, I swallow, try not to drown
No matter how you convolute opinions of me
(I mean something, I mean something)
No matter how far the apple rots from the tree
(I mean something, I mean something)
Fuck all the Bitches sayin' I'm better of dead
(I mean something, I mean something)
Back the fuck off now I'm seeing red
(I mean something, I mean something)
Not gonna run in your game of race
(I mean something, I mean something)
Not another tool in saving your face
(I mean something, I mean something)
No matter what color Lividity has shown
(I mean something, I mean something)
No matter how strangled since the weeds have grown
(I mean something, I mean something)
You keep me real
It comes as no surprise
When you tell me how to feel
I'm not another piece of dirt
To be here stamped down on by your shoe
And I would rather sell my soul
Than be stuck here in this room with you
No matter how high, how low, how sick
(I mean something, I mean something)
Not another number or player you pick
(I mean something, I mean something)
Don't trust your hollow lies
Won't test your faith
Don't trust those blackened eyes
Won't tempt your fate
Staring out the window at 3AM
As it all comes crashing down
Anxiety falls with the rain outside
I gulp, I swallow, try not to drown
No matter how you convolute opinions of me
(I mean something, I mean something)
No matter how far the apple rots from the tree
(I mean something, I mean something)
Fuck all the Bitches sayin' I'm better of dead
(I mean something, I mean something)
Back the fuck off now I'm seeing red
(I mean something, I mean something)
Not gonna run in your game of race
(I mean something, I mean something)
Not another tool in saving your face
(I mean something, I mean something)
No matter what color Lividity has shown
(I mean something, I mean something)
No matter how strangled since the weeds have grown
(I mean something, I mean something)
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Writer(s): Andrew Mcgregor-seah
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