Particle Raygun

It's like I took the time to write this on my own don't need y'all help
Scribbled lines outta life maybe god felt
Watch her bless me let the fake die slow
Letting fate grind cold
See my weight loss bone
Eating kevlar truths
Like a fake bullet wound
Doing better than you womb to the tomb ass nigga
That's a sticky situation imma zoom class bitches
Tricky what you make it speeds of sound ad libin
Graceful when you take it slow

I create and then I fall apart
I create and then I rest assure
So distant from your vision boards
Filling human life with this all noise
Speakin power thru a couple chords
For all my past weakness
Standing firm against my Illness
Imma live next season
Break ties for a dream
Living wrong by the means
Write a song I can't sing
Write a thought next to me
We been sold from our need



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Ray-burks
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