Growth
Come at you with a different style
The others are so pathetic
Hang me up on the line
I never switch up my dresser
You wanting to feel alive
Then tell her you living better
Win a different set of prizes
Life up in the shredder
Top it off with extra cheddar
My sandwich is double decker
I'm losing sight of my sight at least
My futures brighter and wetter
Than times that we could say we were free
You know which
Times the charm
Shootin for three
Slices right up my arm
I feel decay in my wrists
I feel the K in my brain
I'm feeling numb to this shit
Unknown he going insane
I felt a murder remiss and
I don't wanna pretend
Don't wanna be another mother fucker
God is the game
I got Enoch in my name
Bet I'm feeling the strain
Like Cobain
I wanna paint the ceiling with my brains
Another demon in my mind I can't contain
Why do you think it sound good?
We collaborating
I am the voices in Enoch's head
I'm filling him with dread
Nothing left in this body to eat
So I feast on the rez
The resurrections here
The days are coming to an end
Faces displaying awe as
The sun I ingest
Kicking it with these bitches
Nah they fucked ain't got no mission
I'm a sell their soul
Forgetting to tie the rope
Wound up dead in the hole
Passing up all the riches
I'll find hell and fix the sickness
It gets cold
Better whip out the blow
Better not check your growth
If reincarnation is real
I'm about to re-roll
Got the dice take a shot
And forget to reload
No time for a bitch
It's why I ride solo
So low in my soul
Better get the coco
Loco for the fucking motives and attention
Go go gadget show them sin and show them penance
More emphatic so at least they not forgetting
Tell 'em once tell em twice but never finish the sentence
Getting so high
I can feel it in my face
Bitch I must be up in outer space
Made me rewind
So the others can keep pace
Now I'm waving .45's at your face
Making it bind
So the chains can break
Better watch your back I have escaped
Never had a sober mind
Full a demons be design
Look at me and feel your heart sink
The others are so pathetic
Hang me up on the line
I never switch up my dresser
You wanting to feel alive
Then tell her you living better
Win a different set of prizes
Life up in the shredder
Top it off with extra cheddar
My sandwich is double decker
I'm losing sight of my sight at least
My futures brighter and wetter
Than times that we could say we were free
You know which
Times the charm
Shootin for three
Slices right up my arm
I feel decay in my wrists
I feel the K in my brain
I'm feeling numb to this shit
Unknown he going insane
I felt a murder remiss and
I don't wanna pretend
Don't wanna be another mother fucker
God is the game
I got Enoch in my name
Bet I'm feeling the strain
Like Cobain
I wanna paint the ceiling with my brains
Another demon in my mind I can't contain
Why do you think it sound good?
We collaborating
I am the voices in Enoch's head
I'm filling him with dread
Nothing left in this body to eat
So I feast on the rez
The resurrections here
The days are coming to an end
Faces displaying awe as
The sun I ingest
Kicking it with these bitches
Nah they fucked ain't got no mission
I'm a sell their soul
Forgetting to tie the rope
Wound up dead in the hole
Passing up all the riches
I'll find hell and fix the sickness
It gets cold
Better whip out the blow
Better not check your growth
If reincarnation is real
I'm about to re-roll
Got the dice take a shot
And forget to reload
No time for a bitch
It's why I ride solo
So low in my soul
Better get the coco
Loco for the fucking motives and attention
Go go gadget show them sin and show them penance
More emphatic so at least they not forgetting
Tell 'em once tell em twice but never finish the sentence
Getting so high
I can feel it in my face
Bitch I must be up in outer space
Made me rewind
So the others can keep pace
Now I'm waving .45's at your face
Making it bind
So the chains can break
Better watch your back I have escaped
Never had a sober mind
Full a demons be design
Look at me and feel your heart sink
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Writer(s): Allen Perley
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