Dogmatika
I can't feel my body, screaming saying nada
Walking out the door straight into another
I don't wanna hear it diamonds in my visage
Got them shutting up every time I fucking visit
Chop em up with my cutter leave em julienned
Shut em up wont read their text no matter who hit send
Cut em into flanks all these pussies looking rank
I don't throw hands I'm just meeting their demands
Cutting off their breath like they sous vide
Fame means nothing to me that's some shit I don't need
Scythes all upon me I'm sewing their seeds
Don't sound like nobody they wish they were me
Fuck a social media I don't want your discord
Get it by myself i did this shit of my accord
I don't want your handouts I just wanna take awards
Shut up with your sympathies won't fucking take no more
Get the fuck off of my dick
All of you underground fuckers ain't slick
You just suck people off cause they big
When they discard you its your grave to dig
Ain't nobody give a shit about a thing you say
Because you run your fucking mouth every single fucking day
You never seem to shut up makes me wanna just decay
But then you pull a fucking stunt to get up on display
Quit it you desperate for a bit of attention you mentioned your entrance while we end your sentence
Pathetic you said that you centred your setting forgetting to settle for selling your message
You never disclosed of the dignity deposed you chasing some goals but end up digging a hole
You searching for gold you a snitch you a mole filling that hole that you left in your soul
Taking a breather send you to the ether
I might not be famous but bitch you aren't either
Pretentious, defensive you just do not get it
Shit stems from your recklessness getting systemic
I got that passion to keep my shit lasting
You passive dramatic quit acting so static
What happened?
You lacking
Your fanbase is packing
You slacking
Not capping
You mask as a savage
Drop the facade
You are not hard
You faked your scars
You were not harmed
You live in a manor yet say you are shattered
If it didn't matter your fans wouldn't scatter
I can't feel my body, screaming saying nada
Walking out the door straight into another
I don't wanna hear it diamonds in my visage
Got them shutting up every time I fucking visit
Chop em up with my cutter leave em julienned
Shut em up wont read their text no matter who hit send
Cut em into flanks all these pussies looking rank
I don't throw hands I'm just meeting their demands
Walking out the door straight into another
I don't wanna hear it diamonds in my visage
Got them shutting up every time I fucking visit
Chop em up with my cutter leave em julienned
Shut em up wont read their text no matter who hit send
Cut em into flanks all these pussies looking rank
I don't throw hands I'm just meeting their demands
Cutting off their breath like they sous vide
Fame means nothing to me that's some shit I don't need
Scythes all upon me I'm sewing their seeds
Don't sound like nobody they wish they were me
Fuck a social media I don't want your discord
Get it by myself i did this shit of my accord
I don't want your handouts I just wanna take awards
Shut up with your sympathies won't fucking take no more
Get the fuck off of my dick
All of you underground fuckers ain't slick
You just suck people off cause they big
When they discard you its your grave to dig
Ain't nobody give a shit about a thing you say
Because you run your fucking mouth every single fucking day
You never seem to shut up makes me wanna just decay
But then you pull a fucking stunt to get up on display
Quit it you desperate for a bit of attention you mentioned your entrance while we end your sentence
Pathetic you said that you centred your setting forgetting to settle for selling your message
You never disclosed of the dignity deposed you chasing some goals but end up digging a hole
You searching for gold you a snitch you a mole filling that hole that you left in your soul
Taking a breather send you to the ether
I might not be famous but bitch you aren't either
Pretentious, defensive you just do not get it
Shit stems from your recklessness getting systemic
I got that passion to keep my shit lasting
You passive dramatic quit acting so static
What happened?
You lacking
Your fanbase is packing
You slacking
Not capping
You mask as a savage
Drop the facade
You are not hard
You faked your scars
You were not harmed
You live in a manor yet say you are shattered
If it didn't matter your fans wouldn't scatter
I can't feel my body, screaming saying nada
Walking out the door straight into another
I don't wanna hear it diamonds in my visage
Got them shutting up every time I fucking visit
Chop em up with my cutter leave em julienned
Shut em up wont read their text no matter who hit send
Cut em into flanks all these pussies looking rank
I don't throw hands I'm just meeting their demands
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Writer(s): Oliver Godfrey
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