Centipede
I should have pulled the trigger but I didn't, couple shots off bottle till I blow my liver
You ever seen a heart Delivered?
I give you mine but I ain't got much left, but I still got what's left
I think my pops upset
Cuz we dont talk but when we do its just us talking less
I know it hurts to be the opp but that's what options left
I keep this fire in my lungs but the hate in my esophagus
I'm still me though, path of destruction, imma torpedo
You blood suckers turned to mosquitos, split his taco smoking burrito
I tell myself that I'm a pacifist, then I pass a fist, I swear to god I'm not the activist
But after this Imma need break from this music shit, I'm used to it, being useless
Its like my voice is getting muted, sharks in the water and I'm wounded
Cuz everyday I push myself until my limits reached
Walk ah mile in my shoes you'd need a centipede
I'm not the enemy I'm just a friend in need, bending knees
Higher power entity, enter me, and tell me what you seek tell me what you feel
And and why is death is a scary but to me appeals?
I still peal off my layers, sin city full of prayers, when no did at least you know I cared
I hate my guts so I just rip them out
Born in the heat on some Texas drought
You couldn't live with me so now you live without ah water spout
You chasing fame seeking clout, on my own facing doubts
Will I? ever make in the industry cuz if I dont id be the end of me
I got love for my artistry, because that passion in my veins runs deep in arteries
You ever seen a heart Delivered?
I give you mine but I ain't got much left, but I still got what's left
I think my pops upset
Cuz we dont talk but when we do its just us talking less
I know it hurts to be the opp but that's what options left
I keep this fire in my lungs but the hate in my esophagus
I'm still me though, path of destruction, imma torpedo
You blood suckers turned to mosquitos, split his taco smoking burrito
I tell myself that I'm a pacifist, then I pass a fist, I swear to god I'm not the activist
But after this Imma need break from this music shit, I'm used to it, being useless
Its like my voice is getting muted, sharks in the water and I'm wounded
Cuz everyday I push myself until my limits reached
Walk ah mile in my shoes you'd need a centipede
I'm not the enemy I'm just a friend in need, bending knees
Higher power entity, enter me, and tell me what you seek tell me what you feel
And and why is death is a scary but to me appeals?
I still peal off my layers, sin city full of prayers, when no did at least you know I cared
I hate my guts so I just rip them out
Born in the heat on some Texas drought
You couldn't live with me so now you live without ah water spout
You chasing fame seeking clout, on my own facing doubts
Will I? ever make in the industry cuz if I dont id be the end of me
I got love for my artistry, because that passion in my veins runs deep in arteries
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Sjostrom
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