Ain't Gon See My Kids
Fuck a bottle the Grey already cut off
No tomorrow when every day the bottom
Finna slaughter myself but not before y'all
Grabbed the sawed off insert it knock my jaw off
Slowly chosen imposing the spit until they soaking
Grey the ocean encroaching I flood the bodies floating
Holy notions they moping but still gon stay devoted
Rarely coping and hoping they ain't another morning
Sever my limbs so when I fall I sink
Can't see no end not to the way I think
I don't feel no bliss I just torture me
Ain't gon see my kids only in my dreams
Ain't from this planet the humans can't stand it
I don't understand what they talkin bout
What are these noises that shit so annoying
It sound like some poison come out they mouth
High never landing got shot out the cannon
To spread all the famine and all the doubt
I been avoiding confronting the voices
End up in the void ain't no coming out
I'm gonna lock myself
All in my head ain't gon find my well
Being not kind to my self
Feeling divided empire this hell
Really be thinking that you the motherfucker everybody wanna be (ugh)
Really I'm sick of personas like pussy boy who the fuck you gon be
(Who the fuck you gon be)
Sever my limbs so when I fall I sink
Can't see no end not to the way I think
I don't feel no bliss I just torture me
Ain't gon see my kids only in my
Dreaming is better than living I rather be sleep than to feel the incision
Of my indecision I wait til I'm kicking the bucket
The fuck am I running from the summit stuck in this slump
And the mental gon plummet I never could stomach
The population nation aiming with hatred
Impatient encasing the faces sedated
Ain't made it they slated for nothing but
Sadness capping not even average
Get that material I just be stacking
Snapping macking never be slacking
Feel like Fushiguro cursing these bastards
Savage packing tree with the caps and
Y'all be so fake I know y'all ain't be trappin
Masses clapping watching the madness
Me with the flock I just cannot imagine
No tomorrow when every day the bottom
Finna slaughter myself but not before y'all
Grabbed the sawed off insert it knock my jaw off
Slowly chosen imposing the spit until they soaking
Grey the ocean encroaching I flood the bodies floating
Holy notions they moping but still gon stay devoted
Rarely coping and hoping they ain't another morning
Sever my limbs so when I fall I sink
Can't see no end not to the way I think
I don't feel no bliss I just torture me
Ain't gon see my kids only in my dreams
Ain't from this planet the humans can't stand it
I don't understand what they talkin bout
What are these noises that shit so annoying
It sound like some poison come out they mouth
High never landing got shot out the cannon
To spread all the famine and all the doubt
I been avoiding confronting the voices
End up in the void ain't no coming out
I'm gonna lock myself
All in my head ain't gon find my well
Being not kind to my self
Feeling divided empire this hell
Really be thinking that you the motherfucker everybody wanna be (ugh)
Really I'm sick of personas like pussy boy who the fuck you gon be
(Who the fuck you gon be)
Sever my limbs so when I fall I sink
Can't see no end not to the way I think
I don't feel no bliss I just torture me
Ain't gon see my kids only in my
Dreaming is better than living I rather be sleep than to feel the incision
Of my indecision I wait til I'm kicking the bucket
The fuck am I running from the summit stuck in this slump
And the mental gon plummet I never could stomach
The population nation aiming with hatred
Impatient encasing the faces sedated
Ain't made it they slated for nothing but
Sadness capping not even average
Get that material I just be stacking
Snapping macking never be slacking
Feel like Fushiguro cursing these bastards
Savage packing tree with the caps and
Y'all be so fake I know y'all ain't be trappin
Masses clapping watching the madness
Me with the flock I just cannot imagine
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran
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