Phoenix, Buried Alive

Sick to my stomach to-
How disgusting-
Every Nigga is a star-
Washed your clothes I can't believe it
Lost your scent I won't be sleeping
God is dead I can't believe it
Still bite lead like every weekend
Her lies are worth believing
Eye contact, I'm barely speaking
I don't think it bares repeating
Burying alive a phoenix
Mama said I'm not her dream
Papa said she doesn't mean it
Papa said he doesn't feel it
Why I hold him while he's weeping?
Can't get close enough to your skin
Can't get far enough from this sin
Fucking her raw and now she's leaking
Choking me when I don't need it
Watch tv on different screens and
Watch movies avoiding
Avoiding speaking



Credits
Writer(s): Bret Schneider Luca, Josh Nikolai Fetuga-joensuu
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