Distant Lullabies
Couldn't kill my dreams
They came close I admit
But now I'm back in the scene
I'm like an angry fucking pit
Drag my soul in a pit
In the abyss of my depressions
Found my bliss with a weapon in closet
Tigger finger to my dome
Almost lost it
I'm angry and nauseas
Robo trippin Philip Hoffman
Still saucing in my coffin
You couldn't kill me if you wanted
Fuck
Stuck in my head
I'm thinking way back
Stuck in my ways
I'm lost in note pads
Face on the concrete slabs
I'm looking at my whole life span
Like this ain't want man
Nah
I'm on my shit
But they just call it luck
I took the marrows out the bones and sucked it all up
Like y'all went get shit for me
I'm alone in my Epiphany
I'm keeping shitting and pissing
Till y'all are sick of me
So if ima sit here and watch my wrist bleed
Don't expect a mother fucking call from me
I'm on my knees
My whole psyche been beaten and bruised
I'm fucking lonely
But my soul is holy
With a hole in my dome piece
I'm alone and it solelys
Feeds my poetry
And I ain't got no motherfucker help so never ask
I did every fucking thing by myself
My whole past
I'm down bad
Tryna hash it out
I don't want your hospitality go fuck yourself
Put it Pen to paper
Swear I'm Jesus Christ
I got some thorns on my dome piece
What a life
I got some trauma from the past
Shit what a night
Please don't peel me back I got bat shit crazy
When I arrive at the perfect pad
Shit it's really like that
Shit ima dog with the pussy cats
Feed my ego
Cuz I'm just a man
Don't heat me up I start off popping the sauce Pan
You burning Greece triple digit degrees
I'm feeling like the damn snake by the fruit tree
I might be
But I been feeling d e a d
Since I turned 18
Told god to hit command Z
I think I'm pushing all the wrong keys
I think the evils hidden in the things I seek
Coasting through the week
Distant lullaby's i hear em shriek
Think it's getting to me
Cuz every time I shrink
Keep one eye open I can't blink
Shit I'm Liable to tweak
They came close I admit
But now I'm back in the scene
I'm like an angry fucking pit
Drag my soul in a pit
In the abyss of my depressions
Found my bliss with a weapon in closet
Tigger finger to my dome
Almost lost it
I'm angry and nauseas
Robo trippin Philip Hoffman
Still saucing in my coffin
You couldn't kill me if you wanted
Fuck
Stuck in my head
I'm thinking way back
Stuck in my ways
I'm lost in note pads
Face on the concrete slabs
I'm looking at my whole life span
Like this ain't want man
Nah
I'm on my shit
But they just call it luck
I took the marrows out the bones and sucked it all up
Like y'all went get shit for me
I'm alone in my Epiphany
I'm keeping shitting and pissing
Till y'all are sick of me
So if ima sit here and watch my wrist bleed
Don't expect a mother fucking call from me
I'm on my knees
My whole psyche been beaten and bruised
I'm fucking lonely
But my soul is holy
With a hole in my dome piece
I'm alone and it solelys
Feeds my poetry
And I ain't got no motherfucker help so never ask
I did every fucking thing by myself
My whole past
I'm down bad
Tryna hash it out
I don't want your hospitality go fuck yourself
Put it Pen to paper
Swear I'm Jesus Christ
I got some thorns on my dome piece
What a life
I got some trauma from the past
Shit what a night
Please don't peel me back I got bat shit crazy
When I arrive at the perfect pad
Shit it's really like that
Shit ima dog with the pussy cats
Feed my ego
Cuz I'm just a man
Don't heat me up I start off popping the sauce Pan
You burning Greece triple digit degrees
I'm feeling like the damn snake by the fruit tree
I might be
But I been feeling d e a d
Since I turned 18
Told god to hit command Z
I think I'm pushing all the wrong keys
I think the evils hidden in the things I seek
Coasting through the week
Distant lullaby's i hear em shriek
Think it's getting to me
Cuz every time I shrink
Keep one eye open I can't blink
Shit I'm Liable to tweak
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Marcov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.