Uncomfortable Concept
This silence like a fucking prison
A concept that I'm stuck to live in
And recently i been indifferent bout living
I be wondering should i even kick it
I really shouldn't tho
Need to focus on myself
No one touch my pudding bowl
Put me on a high shelf
Looking at me
Till your neck cramp
Keep yo head down
Till this next track
I don't even know myself
Can't stop doubting my existence
When i talk it's like no one motherfucking listens
I hope that one that my wrist will glisten
And one day ill have a pot to piss in
I'll cry the day a higher power might grant my wishes
But it probably won't tho
Can't afford a lawyer
So it's pro bono
The spot was hot
So its a no go
Hope no one wants a photo
Keep my head down
Brace for the low blows
Blood in my mouth oh no
The sceance didn't work
Now I'm out of options
Always looking for trouble
Wish i didn't pop him
For me now it's the voices i'm stopping
And that bitch was all in my pockets
Fuckin' robbing
Spiders in the gardens spindling a new web of lies
This flames been kindling in the eyes of a evil presence
Watching over me since i was eleven
Maybe it was seven
I can't even tell anymore
I won't get sent to heaven
I won't speak to a reverend
This is my confession
A concept that I'm stuck to live in
And recently i been indifferent bout living
I be wondering should i even kick it
I really shouldn't tho
Need to focus on myself
No one touch my pudding bowl
Put me on a high shelf
Looking at me
Till your neck cramp
Keep yo head down
Till this next track
I don't even know myself
Can't stop doubting my existence
When i talk it's like no one motherfucking listens
I hope that one that my wrist will glisten
And one day ill have a pot to piss in
I'll cry the day a higher power might grant my wishes
But it probably won't tho
Can't afford a lawyer
So it's pro bono
The spot was hot
So its a no go
Hope no one wants a photo
Keep my head down
Brace for the low blows
Blood in my mouth oh no
The sceance didn't work
Now I'm out of options
Always looking for trouble
Wish i didn't pop him
For me now it's the voices i'm stopping
And that bitch was all in my pockets
Fuckin' robbing
Spiders in the gardens spindling a new web of lies
This flames been kindling in the eyes of a evil presence
Watching over me since i was eleven
Maybe it was seven
I can't even tell anymore
I won't get sent to heaven
I won't speak to a reverend
This is my confession
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Statzer
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