gargoyle
Sniffin up the scents of the gore in my nostril
Ritual magick I cast a spell like apostle
Iont know nobody I just sit with my bottle
I got visions of these fuckers blood stainin the cobble
I got
Maybe three more years of livin
Because humanity my tumour and the cell's malignant
You got up in my Brain n so i'm losin my pigment
Going grey on a bed, I stop my breathin, n listen
Cant be startin fights no more i'm cutting the calories
I love you that's a logical fallacy
Brain
Tempered with the sedative of THC alchemy
Huh
Dreamin in your city wipe my ass with your tapestries
I Don't leave my fuckin house except for smoke and the meds
And I aint makin it to twenty, Kimber under my bed
Life controlled by trippin puppeteers fuckin with threads
I know comin next year you'll be wishin i'm dead
I cant fill up my lungs enough when i'm smokin
Cant make the wrist bleed enough when copin
Huh, hold the too bottle close now im chokin
Vomit but grateful for the lacking of my bloatin
I think pretty cost too much
Spend too Many nights with nothin in gut
Got too Many people in my dms to fuck
And not enough people round that I love n can trust
Man
Spend too Many days whinin on beats
All my flows are wack and my shit is too niche
Imma disgrace irrelevant faggot n freak
My body Don't belong here I should be in deep
Ritual magick I cast a spell like apostle
Iont know nobody I just sit with my bottle
I got visions of these fuckers blood stainin the cobble
I got
Maybe three more years of livin
Because humanity my tumour and the cell's malignant
You got up in my Brain n so i'm losin my pigment
Going grey on a bed, I stop my breathin, n listen
Cant be startin fights no more i'm cutting the calories
I love you that's a logical fallacy
Brain
Tempered with the sedative of THC alchemy
Huh
Dreamin in your city wipe my ass with your tapestries
I Don't leave my fuckin house except for smoke and the meds
And I aint makin it to twenty, Kimber under my bed
Life controlled by trippin puppeteers fuckin with threads
I know comin next year you'll be wishin i'm dead
I cant fill up my lungs enough when i'm smokin
Cant make the wrist bleed enough when copin
Huh, hold the too bottle close now im chokin
Vomit but grateful for the lacking of my bloatin
I think pretty cost too much
Spend too Many nights with nothin in gut
Got too Many people in my dms to fuck
And not enough people round that I love n can trust
Man
Spend too Many days whinin on beats
All my flows are wack and my shit is too niche
Imma disgrace irrelevant faggot n freak
My body Don't belong here I should be in deep
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Writer(s): Mona Earle-lambert
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