Fading Away (feat. Anti.)
I've been quiet for some time
Not so sure if I even wanna talk
I don't feel like even breathing
I keep getting worse at shit
Not prepared for shit in life, and all I wanna do is fade away
Don't mean counting sheep and going to sleep I mean like not even be
I am really a waste of space
I feel like I'm dying on the inside
When I realize that there is no hope
My fate, the next low that I reach
Life in a epidemic, not much of a difference
I don't even see the sun
I wanna rip off my physical form
Sever my skin with the claws of my ghost
Burn my past, bleed it out through a hole
Suppressing all my thoughts with serpent breath
I dip the tip in liquid and I don't feel stress
Soon I get nauseous, like this isn't real
See me from a distance, this must be a dream
I cannot tell if this is really me
I light the tip and I meditate
Try and forget about all of the bitter traits
Of the next phase, time to disengage
Aye I been high
Too much
Somebody hand me an anchor
Keep floatin until I'm forsaken
I pick off the tree Adam Eve roll up paper
Just need me a sign
What's next
If life be yo bitch I'ma take her
My heart with this music my mind on my paper
Ain't tryna hang out I'll catch up witchu later
I skate through this pain like they signed me to Baker
Ain't good with that fakin dealt with too much traitors
Felt way too much anger
Suppress it wit flamin
Oh what was you sayin? I'm sorry I'm faded
Switch up the cadence yo hoe get to racin
The finish line me, and the cake she ain't takin
Momma she raised me to say fuck the haters
Ain't never swang first if they touch you then lay em
Out on the concrete
He Say he got a piece
Bitch I'm from Florida you think I never popped heat?
But I'm wit da peace even wanna see my ops eat
Smokin on them veggies fuck you know about them colla greens
You amongst a king dying breed don't approach me
She hate me? In my DM on da lowkey
He aiming, lookin tight I'm lookin cozy
Fuck is aging I'm immortal think you want beef
Hoe please
Not so sure if I even wanna talk
I don't feel like even breathing
I keep getting worse at shit
Not prepared for shit in life, and all I wanna do is fade away
Don't mean counting sheep and going to sleep I mean like not even be
I am really a waste of space
I feel like I'm dying on the inside
When I realize that there is no hope
My fate, the next low that I reach
Life in a epidemic, not much of a difference
I don't even see the sun
I wanna rip off my physical form
Sever my skin with the claws of my ghost
Burn my past, bleed it out through a hole
Suppressing all my thoughts with serpent breath
I dip the tip in liquid and I don't feel stress
Soon I get nauseous, like this isn't real
See me from a distance, this must be a dream
I cannot tell if this is really me
I light the tip and I meditate
Try and forget about all of the bitter traits
Of the next phase, time to disengage
Aye I been high
Too much
Somebody hand me an anchor
Keep floatin until I'm forsaken
I pick off the tree Adam Eve roll up paper
Just need me a sign
What's next
If life be yo bitch I'ma take her
My heart with this music my mind on my paper
Ain't tryna hang out I'll catch up witchu later
I skate through this pain like they signed me to Baker
Ain't good with that fakin dealt with too much traitors
Felt way too much anger
Suppress it wit flamin
Oh what was you sayin? I'm sorry I'm faded
Switch up the cadence yo hoe get to racin
The finish line me, and the cake she ain't takin
Momma she raised me to say fuck the haters
Ain't never swang first if they touch you then lay em
Out on the concrete
He Say he got a piece
Bitch I'm from Florida you think I never popped heat?
But I'm wit da peace even wanna see my ops eat
Smokin on them veggies fuck you know about them colla greens
You amongst a king dying breed don't approach me
She hate me? In my DM on da lowkey
He aiming, lookin tight I'm lookin cozy
Fuck is aging I'm immortal think you want beef
Hoe please
Credits
Writer(s): Aura Abnormal
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