Dreadnaught
Ha Ha
Yeah yeah
Gimme the hilt
Peons peons peons peons
What god don't know won't hurt em'
Fuck em, yeah
Leave me alone or be in the way
I got a bone to pick, a rib
I don't need a bitch I need me a cage
Who's that
Different look in my eye
Been hold back
I sin in silence
I taught myself how to hide
I'll be myself when it's time
It's time
Who's that
Different guy in my mind
I just act, my whole life is a lie
Bring it back, I regret all the time
I be talking like I'm outta my mind
What would you do
What would you do
When you get the bread, split that with ya crew
When I get the lead, I'm taking a snooze
Don't think too ahead, you get hung with ya noose
It's getting harder and harder to love
Breaking the hearts of the women, I trust
Picking up pieces I already crushed
Yeah
This voice play like Simon says
Make that choice and lose instead
Best friends with my fucked up head
I lose everything for bread
Frac-tal
Frackin open my skull, doors of perception
My snake is self-possessing
Hands out and I can't feel shit (shit)
You not, me
What's the name of that flesh, we
Not the best, it's just sex dreams
Fuck, please, please, please
Shock to the system, just what the doctor ordered
Crack in my ouroboros and I'm shocked
Shocked up by a new horizon, Enslaved by a new designer
I'm the a real designer, babe-ey
Sculpt the earth and my prey
Sculpt the earth that I walk
Scoldin all to piss off
Lick the wind as I walk and you know imma
Back street gore
Trash meat vore
Plastic, drum full-of-acid
Gash meat tourist
I gotta get out
Stat
Something intruding on me I'm sure
This can't be me like
They're in the house
I muzzled that beast and locked that door
I been here before, why don't it click
Giving in quick, who am I blaming
I'm at the wheel like where my daimon
Hop in that pit for the itch
Brainless
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the hilt, yeah
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the ha-ha yeah
Gimme the hilt
Who gon' catch ya, god
Who gon' catch ya, find out
Who gon' catch ya
Fired up
Fired up
Yeah
This voice play like Simon Says
Make that choice and lose instead
Feline feeding keep me fed
Fracking open
Shock my prey
Who gon' catch ya, god
Who gon' catch ya, find out
Who gon' catch ya
Fired up
Fired up
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Gimme the hilt
Peons peons peons peons
What god don't know won't hurt em'
Fuck em, yeah
Leave me alone or be in the way
I got a bone to pick, a rib
I don't need a bitch I need me a cage
Who's that
Different look in my eye
Been hold back
I sin in silence
I taught myself how to hide
I'll be myself when it's time
It's time
Who's that
Different guy in my mind
I just act, my whole life is a lie
Bring it back, I regret all the time
I be talking like I'm outta my mind
What would you do
What would you do
When you get the bread, split that with ya crew
When I get the lead, I'm taking a snooze
Don't think too ahead, you get hung with ya noose
It's getting harder and harder to love
Breaking the hearts of the women, I trust
Picking up pieces I already crushed
Yeah
This voice play like Simon says
Make that choice and lose instead
Best friends with my fucked up head
I lose everything for bread
Frac-tal
Frackin open my skull, doors of perception
My snake is self-possessing
Hands out and I can't feel shit (shit)
You not, me
What's the name of that flesh, we
Not the best, it's just sex dreams
Fuck, please, please, please
Shock to the system, just what the doctor ordered
Crack in my ouroboros and I'm shocked
Shocked up by a new horizon, Enslaved by a new designer
I'm the a real designer, babe-ey
Sculpt the earth and my prey
Sculpt the earth that I walk
Scoldin all to piss off
Lick the wind as I walk and you know imma
Back street gore
Trash meat vore
Plastic, drum full-of-acid
Gash meat tourist
I gotta get out
Stat
Something intruding on me I'm sure
This can't be me like
They're in the house
I muzzled that beast and locked that door
I been here before, why don't it click
Giving in quick, who am I blaming
I'm at the wheel like where my daimon
Hop in that pit for the itch
Brainless
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the hilt, yeah
Gimme the hilt
Gimme the ha-ha yeah
Gimme the hilt
Who gon' catch ya, god
Who gon' catch ya, find out
Who gon' catch ya
Fired up
Fired up
Yeah
This voice play like Simon Says
Make that choice and lose instead
Feline feeding keep me fed
Fracking open
Shock my prey
Who gon' catch ya, god
Who gon' catch ya, find out
Who gon' catch ya
Fired up
Fired up
Yeah
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Writer(s): Brandon Raymond Campbell, Dylan Ademola Bornsztejn, Tyler Loughery
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