Discidium
I think we went too far
And I can't fucking cope
Drank so much that I couldn't get up from the floor
The benefits are far too rare
Yeah bitch I am so aware
I'm currently shedding my flesh
To keep it busy I refresh
Demons talking in my brain
A dialect I can't explain
Feelings always out of place
Cooped up, yeah I'm out of space
Everybody wants me to be replaced
Like that one guy that I defaced
That piece of shit was just a waste
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Wassup with them muhfuckin stats
Who cares what the bitches gon chat
Who cares, we're not on their map
Drinking too much yes, I'm boutta relapse
Demons in my head all they do is interact
Fuck that having beforehand
Boutta cut that shit
Boutta cut that lock
Killing the microphone
Better drop, better drop alone
So sorry, but I can't condone the countdown, but it's still on my phone
Fuck this place I don't belong to
How disown?
I'm unknown
Fuck these feelings yeah, fuck this show
24/7, 20 4 The love
24/7, 20 My plus
24/7, Bullets to my head
And I can't fucking cope
Drank so much that I couldn't get up from the floor
The benefits are far too rare
Yeah bitch I am so aware
I'm currently shedding my flesh
To keep it busy I refresh
Demons talking in my brain
A dialect I can't explain
Feelings always out of place
Cooped up, yeah I'm out of space
Everybody wants me to be replaced
Like that one guy that I defaced
That piece of shit was just a waste
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Yeah, I know
I'm well aware
These bitches can talk but I won't care
Always trynna fucking compare
I'm in real need of fresh air
Wassup with them muhfuckin stats
Who cares what the bitches gon chat
Who cares, we're not on their map
Drinking too much yes, I'm boutta relapse
Demons in my head all they do is interact
Fuck that having beforehand
Boutta cut that shit
Boutta cut that lock
Killing the microphone
Better drop, better drop alone
So sorry, but I can't condone the countdown, but it's still on my phone
Fuck this place I don't belong to
How disown?
I'm unknown
Fuck these feelings yeah, fuck this show
24/7, 20 4 The love
24/7, 20 My plus
24/7, Bullets to my head
Credits
Writer(s): Théo Mexmain
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.