Locus Ignotus
Tired of operating with feelings
I can't afford 'em so I'm off the
Map
Map
Map
Map
Freedom
Back
Back
Back
Back, yeah, foot on
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas, yeah, I'm fallin'
Fast
Fast
Make a couple calls on the fly now I'm
Runnin' ten deep down your culdesac
Told my homie I don't even need a mask
Don't hold me back, better hold him still
Wanna look him in the eyes show him how I feel
Wanna paint his face red with the blood I shed
Things I saw, pain I felt
So I ran up to the house screamin' RIP
But I opened up the door and I was lookin' at me
I was lookin' at me
I was lookin' at me, I'm tired
Tired
Tired of operating with feelings
I can't afford 'em so I'm off the
Map
Map
Map
Map
Freedom
Back
Back
Back
Back, yeah, foot on
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas, yeah, I'm fallin'
Fast
Fast
Pray these strong winds come and spread red
Dirt across my tread marks
Free from this head lock
Steal my heart's confusion and
Award me restitution
Vacate my chest 'fore I get
Fuckin' reckless
Everything I touch turns to dust so I'm restless
Cruisin' through the night without a paddle in my mind
I'm lookin in the rear view mirror accounting all the times they lied
Feedin' all the venom receptors that burn through the flesh and then
Butcher the wounds that I wear on the back of my sleeve so I'm off the
Map
Map
Map
Map
Freedom
Back
Back
Back
Back, yeah, foot on
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas, yeah, I'm fallin'
Fast
Fast
Fast
Fast
I can't afford 'em so I'm off the
Map
Map
Map
Map
Freedom
Back
Back
Back
Back, yeah, foot on
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas, yeah, I'm fallin'
Fast
Fast
Make a couple calls on the fly now I'm
Runnin' ten deep down your culdesac
Told my homie I don't even need a mask
Don't hold me back, better hold him still
Wanna look him in the eyes show him how I feel
Wanna paint his face red with the blood I shed
Things I saw, pain I felt
So I ran up to the house screamin' RIP
But I opened up the door and I was lookin' at me
I was lookin' at me
I was lookin' at me, I'm tired
Tired
Tired of operating with feelings
I can't afford 'em so I'm off the
Map
Map
Map
Map
Freedom
Back
Back
Back
Back, yeah, foot on
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas, yeah, I'm fallin'
Fast
Fast
Pray these strong winds come and spread red
Dirt across my tread marks
Free from this head lock
Steal my heart's confusion and
Award me restitution
Vacate my chest 'fore I get
Fuckin' reckless
Everything I touch turns to dust so I'm restless
Cruisin' through the night without a paddle in my mind
I'm lookin in the rear view mirror accounting all the times they lied
Feedin' all the venom receptors that burn through the flesh and then
Butcher the wounds that I wear on the back of my sleeve so I'm off the
Map
Map
Map
Map
Freedom
Back
Back
Back
Back, yeah, foot on
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas, yeah, I'm fallin'
Fast
Fast
Fast
Fast
Credits
Writer(s): Bert Villena
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