Pareidolia
Yeah, I got 'em talking they never walking
Appalling their full of toxins
It's audacious the way the cases are vacant
Two put two cents on a similar basis
I'm seeing four faces like I got Pareidolia
People be pressing me like a knife into my throat
Oh Decay you're so dark and depressing, violent when you drop
All these fuckers resent me, then gas me up when I'm around
With a guns to my back like they wanna shoot me to the ground
If I hear another sound out your mouths imma pounce
So profound how you wound up inside of a mountain of hatred Becoming the centerpiece
You're so isolated, you're stuck here for centuries
Yeah, the devil inside of me always plaguing my memories
Got me looking for remedies and it comes out in melodies when I'm low,
Always judging everything that I used to be not the person I am today
An opinion so hollow, nothing to show
Like a shadow in the ghettos, I will rise
Not a halo, I'm too harrowed and I'm vice
Like Apollo with the arrows and a lyre
When I show up all you fucking pretend to be's will be gone
Memento Mori to your face the way I jump on a track
A cemetery filled with thoughts and here I'm raising the dead
Call me Cayde (6) I'm always aiming with that ace (of spades) when I drop
Sleight of hand you throw a king at me (the card) I'm taking my shot
I'm gonna drop everything that I got
You people trigger every thought that is giving me cause to finna kill it
Double crossed and they're praying I fall but couldn't handle that
It cost them the lives of their possè watch 'em burn
This is just the beginning, I see 'em up, and forgotten
I'm coming up out the bottom, right out the depths of my conscience
When everybody is falling, I'll be the last man who's standing
You gotta bullet I get it, well aim it right and I dare you to take a shot
Appalling their full of toxins
It's audacious the way the cases are vacant
Two put two cents on a similar basis
I'm seeing four faces like I got Pareidolia
People be pressing me like a knife into my throat
Oh Decay you're so dark and depressing, violent when you drop
All these fuckers resent me, then gas me up when I'm around
With a guns to my back like they wanna shoot me to the ground
If I hear another sound out your mouths imma pounce
So profound how you wound up inside of a mountain of hatred Becoming the centerpiece
You're so isolated, you're stuck here for centuries
Yeah, the devil inside of me always plaguing my memories
Got me looking for remedies and it comes out in melodies when I'm low,
Always judging everything that I used to be not the person I am today
An opinion so hollow, nothing to show
Like a shadow in the ghettos, I will rise
Not a halo, I'm too harrowed and I'm vice
Like Apollo with the arrows and a lyre
When I show up all you fucking pretend to be's will be gone
Memento Mori to your face the way I jump on a track
A cemetery filled with thoughts and here I'm raising the dead
Call me Cayde (6) I'm always aiming with that ace (of spades) when I drop
Sleight of hand you throw a king at me (the card) I'm taking my shot
I'm gonna drop everything that I got
You people trigger every thought that is giving me cause to finna kill it
Double crossed and they're praying I fall but couldn't handle that
It cost them the lives of their possè watch 'em burn
This is just the beginning, I see 'em up, and forgotten
I'm coming up out the bottom, right out the depths of my conscience
When everybody is falling, I'll be the last man who's standing
You gotta bullet I get it, well aim it right and I dare you to take a shot
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Writer(s): Connor Gooding
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