Entropy
I keep writing and writing but the pain never would stop
A lack of deadlines or pressure, maybe the pressure could drop
I'm at the end of my wits
Skilled with another lost kid
fighting depression you make me wanna give in
So I take pad and a pen
Jot down the places I've looked
For an answer that lies beyond a bridge and a hook
She think she's misunderstood
She's just overlooked
A little line of mascara drips down her face to her book
But, baby, we're just getting deeper
It never ends, man, I deceive her
I think I'm lost now, I'm not a keeper
I keep doubling down I'm gettin' deep-
I disappeared all my progress, a little flick of the hand
But now I'm stuck in his office, looking dead-on-demand
A couple drops in my coffin, got me held up on stand
But it's my head in the dirt, yeah, it's my heart in your hands
Man, I'm tweaked off the wire, a little remorse might be nice
If I could take you to shelter the bombs are falling outside
Wrap you up in my sweater, leave all the frostbite behind
But, baby I ain't no beggar, I wanna kill off the vibe
Now tell me, what am I good for?
A beat and a rhyme?
I'd kill them all if you asked me
What's it like to feel alive
There's poison seeping inside us, I'll leave all you fuckers behind
But I ain't part of no system, so I'm just closin' my eyes
And It's reasonable to see
The ending of your pleas
I want you to know
I'm leaving again
A lack of deadlines or pressure, maybe the pressure could drop
I'm at the end of my wits
Skilled with another lost kid
fighting depression you make me wanna give in
So I take pad and a pen
Jot down the places I've looked
For an answer that lies beyond a bridge and a hook
She think she's misunderstood
She's just overlooked
A little line of mascara drips down her face to her book
But, baby, we're just getting deeper
It never ends, man, I deceive her
I think I'm lost now, I'm not a keeper
I keep doubling down I'm gettin' deep-
I disappeared all my progress, a little flick of the hand
But now I'm stuck in his office, looking dead-on-demand
A couple drops in my coffin, got me held up on stand
But it's my head in the dirt, yeah, it's my heart in your hands
Man, I'm tweaked off the wire, a little remorse might be nice
If I could take you to shelter the bombs are falling outside
Wrap you up in my sweater, leave all the frostbite behind
But, baby I ain't no beggar, I wanna kill off the vibe
Now tell me, what am I good for?
A beat and a rhyme?
I'd kill them all if you asked me
What's it like to feel alive
There's poison seeping inside us, I'll leave all you fuckers behind
But I ain't part of no system, so I'm just closin' my eyes
And It's reasonable to see
The ending of your pleas
I want you to know
I'm leaving again
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Writer(s): Blight .
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