Vices

Flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex

Flexing til the song ends, I'm a little undertaker
You are not the chosen, you are just another hater
Losing all your close friends, got you feeling like a failure
Showing up with nothing, glowing like a darth vader
Rob it with a light saber, always glowing bright
Got some beef with my educator, slashing at your wind pipes
Never stop I never stutter, blowing out your minds
From the streets, I been in the gutter looking for the light
I'm alright, I'm a kite, watch me float up in the sky
I'm alive in the night, with the freaks I always ride
Pop a pill, imma die, cus it's cut with cyanide
Just a thrill, take a knife, won't you put it in my spine

State of mind, straight over reacting
I don't mind giving you satisfaction
I'm a lion, but I'm low on potassium
Jungle rats when I enter the stadium
Sniffing lines just to get a reaction
Watch a vine, six second attention span in life
Is there even a reason for the crimes that you're commiting
Watch your eyelids, shutter in the silence
You been talking violent, why you acting reckless
Are they even your friends, is it time to pretend
You just want to give in to the temptation
Of your favorite sin, so you drink again
All alone, no friends, watch the walls close in
While your breathing thins, and the needle slips
In an out of your skin, cus you always miss
Now you're losing grip, and your senselessness
Like a toxic kiss that you just can't quit
Now we're stealing shit, gotta get another hit
And your dreams are dead, like the thoughts inside your head
But I flex legit, cus I came out of the pits
With my brand new drip from my bloodied up fist
Ain't no time to slip, got to keep that grip
Fuck these bitches, shit, I'm all switching



Credits
Writer(s): Beu Tower
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