CYL1ND3RS
Tip it back and take a taste
You don't act your age (what)
You make me feel enraged (grr)
Like I'm in a cage
And I fear the Blackmage
And im Flippin all the pages (whoosh)
Tryna make my life feel a little less vacant
But I'm taking what I'm making
Staying steady never faking
Got you quaking, shaking, baking all over the floor (f13 sound affect)
Bye you fucking whore
Here's a chore
Cry some more
Fore I Slam the door (boom)
Make you worse off than before
And Drag you down on to the morgue
(that was crazy, wanna hear something crazier?)
Dancing with devils
I listen to metal (slayer)
To settle my soul
From the pain
That's the goal (hut)
Fighting these feelings I just can't control (hut)
Control them with practice
It's hard to enact
But I'll try to react with more thought than I did in my past (hut)
Stand up and have me a laugh (ha ha ha)
Laugh at your tragedies last (ay)
Lastly I'll pay for your mask
Cover your evil intent like a room with incense
You are not making sense
Please just spare me some cents
Fucking with the wrong kinda people
But it don't matter
Follow like a pack of lost sheep
I can hear the chatter (shut the fuck up)
Let's sit down and play a game
Of would you rather
I would just rather be left on my own
Spare all my feelings I'm down in my home
Making this music and making you moan
Got 7 bitches that hitting my phone
But I don't answer I leave them to groan
Made a mistake and now I'm getting stoned
Castrate the enemy to make him Grown
All of your shit is worth stubbin my toe
How can you take a life back to back?
Crawled from the gutters now Jack is back
Teaching fucking morons like Jack black (jack black)
Send me to the moon in a jet pack (jet pack)
Way up in the sky I might dash back (dash back)
Rob a fuckin bank to get my cash back (cash back)
Scratched on my back (back)
Dressed in all black (black)
Panic attacks (tacks)
I might relapse (lapse)
Bangin payments
Banging other things that help me fuckin make it
I buy my weed
From F 13
Im feeling mean
That Prolly means
I'm gettin clean
So keep it clean
Cut my heart apart and leave my body twitching
Don't respect his high Hear you fucking snitching
Misses steal your guy bodies fall like wishes
Check your pocket time runnin for the triple six
I try to fucking hide
But it seems I've wasted much more than I realised
Now I've wasted all my life
But I'm still sitting in the sky
It's hard to try when it's all lies
I know that you can make it right
I'm layin pipe til me demise
I know you see it in my eyes
I stole the night along with light
And now you live inside my mind
You don't act your age (what)
You make me feel enraged (grr)
Like I'm in a cage
And I fear the Blackmage
And im Flippin all the pages (whoosh)
Tryna make my life feel a little less vacant
But I'm taking what I'm making
Staying steady never faking
Got you quaking, shaking, baking all over the floor (f13 sound affect)
Bye you fucking whore
Here's a chore
Cry some more
Fore I Slam the door (boom)
Make you worse off than before
And Drag you down on to the morgue
(that was crazy, wanna hear something crazier?)
Dancing with devils
I listen to metal (slayer)
To settle my soul
From the pain
That's the goal (hut)
Fighting these feelings I just can't control (hut)
Control them with practice
It's hard to enact
But I'll try to react with more thought than I did in my past (hut)
Stand up and have me a laugh (ha ha ha)
Laugh at your tragedies last (ay)
Lastly I'll pay for your mask
Cover your evil intent like a room with incense
You are not making sense
Please just spare me some cents
Fucking with the wrong kinda people
But it don't matter
Follow like a pack of lost sheep
I can hear the chatter (shut the fuck up)
Let's sit down and play a game
Of would you rather
I would just rather be left on my own
Spare all my feelings I'm down in my home
Making this music and making you moan
Got 7 bitches that hitting my phone
But I don't answer I leave them to groan
Made a mistake and now I'm getting stoned
Castrate the enemy to make him Grown
All of your shit is worth stubbin my toe
How can you take a life back to back?
Crawled from the gutters now Jack is back
Teaching fucking morons like Jack black (jack black)
Send me to the moon in a jet pack (jet pack)
Way up in the sky I might dash back (dash back)
Rob a fuckin bank to get my cash back (cash back)
Scratched on my back (back)
Dressed in all black (black)
Panic attacks (tacks)
I might relapse (lapse)
Bangin payments
Banging other things that help me fuckin make it
I buy my weed
From F 13
Im feeling mean
That Prolly means
I'm gettin clean
So keep it clean
Cut my heart apart and leave my body twitching
Don't respect his high Hear you fucking snitching
Misses steal your guy bodies fall like wishes
Check your pocket time runnin for the triple six
I try to fucking hide
But it seems I've wasted much more than I realised
Now I've wasted all my life
But I'm still sitting in the sky
It's hard to try when it's all lies
I know that you can make it right
I'm layin pipe til me demise
I know you see it in my eyes
I stole the night along with light
And now you live inside my mind
Credits
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