Open Wounds
Finger grips gettin stronger
I will suffer no longer
Holding onto my conscience is
More important than your honor
Wasted time around toxic shit
Circular like their logic
Usually I'm so cautious
Like to know all my options
Never one to be plottin
Surrounded by liars and conmen
I just wanna be like Common
I just wanna leave it honest
Say one word through your cheeks, I'm out
Well informed in my peace, I've found
I don't need to please right now huh
Y'all are dead to me right now huh
Its that narcissistic streak there's no empathy
Never understand to me you're no centerpiece
Its that narcissistic streak there's no empathy
Never understand why we got no sympathy
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken now baby
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken a lil bit
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made, I'm done playin
Watch 'em slip into the water til the well run out
My hand ain't never touched the mat but still the bell rung out
Cause you got cuts beside your temple that you bladed for the color
When the kayfabe under fire, how much faking can you muster?
Like for real
But we ain't really being real, cause I'm not real to you, I feel
It's all diversion, just a smokescreen that I'm feeling through
Let's count that "1, 2, 3"
The stinger stuck, you bumblebee'd
Don't give a fuck on what you need if I'm the crux that you perceive
I'm not the one
Teleport me to a time when this was fun
You hella noided and that's fine but shit I'm done
Just hold that gold around your waist you never won
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken now baby
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken a lil bit
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made
I will suffer no longer
Holding onto my conscience is
More important than your honor
Wasted time around toxic shit
Circular like their logic
Usually I'm so cautious
Like to know all my options
Never one to be plottin
Surrounded by liars and conmen
I just wanna be like Common
I just wanna leave it honest
Say one word through your cheeks, I'm out
Well informed in my peace, I've found
I don't need to please right now huh
Y'all are dead to me right now huh
Its that narcissistic streak there's no empathy
Never understand to me you're no centerpiece
Its that narcissistic streak there's no empathy
Never understand why we got no sympathy
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken now baby
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken a lil bit
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made, I'm done playin
Watch 'em slip into the water til the well run out
My hand ain't never touched the mat but still the bell rung out
Cause you got cuts beside your temple that you bladed for the color
When the kayfabe under fire, how much faking can you muster?
Like for real
But we ain't really being real, cause I'm not real to you, I feel
It's all diversion, just a smokescreen that I'm feeling through
Let's count that "1, 2, 3"
The stinger stuck, you bumblebee'd
Don't give a fuck on what you need if I'm the crux that you perceive
I'm not the one
Teleport me to a time when this was fun
You hella noided and that's fine but shit I'm done
Just hold that gold around your waist you never won
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken now baby
When you take for so long you must only feel mistaken a lil bit
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Apply the pressure to them quick, I'm done playin, playin, playin
Y'all been made
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Writer(s): Lucio Comin
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