Skin On My Teeth

Walk around the city like I don't know what hit me
Taking everything in like Kirby when he peckish
The writing has been etched in
Maktub, so to speak
This week has been a feat
Surviving by the skin of my teeth
Anything that I can do to alleviate
I'm there with a weapon
And even if the heat'll break
I'll bust your nose with mine
I'm frantic about the time
Shit it's already nine
Where the fuck is my mind?
Man, that cranium in a bar
Wondering bout his bars
And getting so heated he's thinkin bout downing bars
But I'm not a pill popper
I'm more of a will stopper
The stills of a kill falter
And halt behind my eyelids
Thinkin bout my goals and I don't wanna be Eilish

Holed up in my room and singing Gregory Issacs
With a little bit of tea
Ability to breathe and be
Honestly, what's important to me is health and scenery
And I kinda got one of those now
Looking at the skyline
Patching up my soul now
And I'm
So very grateful now
So so glad that I've stayed till now



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Soto
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