Suffocate // Air Pressure
Underwater every day, yeah
Under waves
Dark waters every day, they
Swallow me
And I suffocate, suffocate
Suffocate
Born just to suffocate
Suffocate
The doctor ain't believe my mum when she said to get me out
(Get me out of here)
Two weeks passed from the due date
I asphyxiated in the womb, she could tell, they ain't listen
It was almost too late
Too late
Too late
I was underweight
Gasping
Raspy
A plum skinned banshee dried up in the sun
Yo, they gaslit my mum
Cut her open when she cried
So lucky that we both still made it out alive
But the trauma made us
Suffocate, suffocate
Suffocate
Born just to suffocate
Suffocate
What if you called out (I didn't choose to exist) and nobody answered, would it
(But I don't owe you an apology!) would it be better to never call at all?
(From that first breath I felt like I owed something!)
(Why can't I just give myself a break?) Aaargh!
Air pressure fell, ripped a river from a dry well
I sheltered myself in my shell, am I well?
Body was burned
Vision was blurred
Shit is absurd
Digging the blade
Right where it hurts
Oh you got some nerve
Oh what brittle flesh to be born in
Sick 'til it hurts to be looked at
All this talking and talking, thundering voices
Man chat empty gas, I ignore it
Vision was blurred
Vision was blurred
But we can still burn
Live in the dirt
Deliver the curse
Oh you got some nerve
Body was burned to commemorate sin of a scorpion tongue with a venomous sting
Licking the wounds of a feculent king, made eminent thing, I'm emanating
The immaculate, passionate, potent praxis of a sacrament
Doomsday bashfulness is blasphemous, so we live fast because we're ravenous
No wings to see perspective, ain't no resting for the wretched
If something wicked comes to check this, then know my heat ain't to be messed with
Blaow!
Under waves
Dark waters every day, they
Swallow me
And I suffocate, suffocate
Suffocate
Born just to suffocate
Suffocate
The doctor ain't believe my mum when she said to get me out
(Get me out of here)
Two weeks passed from the due date
I asphyxiated in the womb, she could tell, they ain't listen
It was almost too late
Too late
Too late
I was underweight
Gasping
Raspy
A plum skinned banshee dried up in the sun
Yo, they gaslit my mum
Cut her open when she cried
So lucky that we both still made it out alive
But the trauma made us
Suffocate, suffocate
Suffocate
Born just to suffocate
Suffocate
What if you called out (I didn't choose to exist) and nobody answered, would it
(But I don't owe you an apology!) would it be better to never call at all?
(From that first breath I felt like I owed something!)
(Why can't I just give myself a break?) Aaargh!
Air pressure fell, ripped a river from a dry well
I sheltered myself in my shell, am I well?
Body was burned
Vision was blurred
Shit is absurd
Digging the blade
Right where it hurts
Oh you got some nerve
Oh what brittle flesh to be born in
Sick 'til it hurts to be looked at
All this talking and talking, thundering voices
Man chat empty gas, I ignore it
Vision was blurred
Vision was blurred
But we can still burn
Live in the dirt
Deliver the curse
Oh you got some nerve
Body was burned to commemorate sin of a scorpion tongue with a venomous sting
Licking the wounds of a feculent king, made eminent thing, I'm emanating
The immaculate, passionate, potent praxis of a sacrament
Doomsday bashfulness is blasphemous, so we live fast because we're ravenous
No wings to see perspective, ain't no resting for the wretched
If something wicked comes to check this, then know my heat ain't to be messed with
Blaow!
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Writer(s): Samiir Saunders
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