Pass Out
Prad city is the shit
My coping mechanism
Everybody in a prism
We'll get a unit
Uni for everybody (spinning)
Living lucid
Knowing surroundings but not present (speed dreaming)
Fell upon the fate of forever fading (forget about it)
Crickets are chirping its late at night
Clouds are forming lower then they usually are
Its 2AM
You made them hurt
You made them hurt again
You hurt people
Its like talking to a mirror
Talking to your good twin cause you are the evil
Get to building a fence to block these bitches out
Get the hell up and stop complaining and get to feeding your father, the man that made you
Ive been down on my knees for a good long time
Manifesting the awful feeling of falling farther forward
Sick of the action past ya
Boutta be gettin a grip on this shit flip life
Its so cold in my mind
Passing out to spend the time
I wanna stop but i cant
My life is now a slant
Different reality sometimes i wonder if i am still breathing
Be aware of your surroundings
Yall bitches are never leaving (stuck with me)
Porcelain is coursing through my veins
Cant get rid of the urge to make a bigger pain
You see em museums of mistakes
Everybody do em; good deeds
And wrongly living your life late
You bitches aint care for me
The tomb is waiting for me
Unimaginable abdominal pressure fell asleep for few and i woke up i think its winter
Its so cold in my mind
Passing out to spend the time
I wanna stop but i cant
My life is now a slant
Battery is low
Please recharge in time
Your oxygen is cut off
My coping mechanism
Everybody in a prism
We'll get a unit
Uni for everybody (spinning)
Living lucid
Knowing surroundings but not present (speed dreaming)
Fell upon the fate of forever fading (forget about it)
Crickets are chirping its late at night
Clouds are forming lower then they usually are
Its 2AM
You made them hurt
You made them hurt again
You hurt people
Its like talking to a mirror
Talking to your good twin cause you are the evil
Get to building a fence to block these bitches out
Get the hell up and stop complaining and get to feeding your father, the man that made you
Ive been down on my knees for a good long time
Manifesting the awful feeling of falling farther forward
Sick of the action past ya
Boutta be gettin a grip on this shit flip life
Its so cold in my mind
Passing out to spend the time
I wanna stop but i cant
My life is now a slant
Different reality sometimes i wonder if i am still breathing
Be aware of your surroundings
Yall bitches are never leaving (stuck with me)
Porcelain is coursing through my veins
Cant get rid of the urge to make a bigger pain
You see em museums of mistakes
Everybody do em; good deeds
And wrongly living your life late
You bitches aint care for me
The tomb is waiting for me
Unimaginable abdominal pressure fell asleep for few and i woke up i think its winter
Its so cold in my mind
Passing out to spend the time
I wanna stop but i cant
My life is now a slant
Battery is low
Please recharge in time
Your oxygen is cut off
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Writer(s): Miles Kirk
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