P!Ssy Sheets and Missing Links
I don't wanna weaken from the stress
Creeking from the press
Psychic, how I'm speakin for the rest
Pent up anger that is leakin from my flesh
Sad to see a stranger seapin from his chest
After leapin from the nest
It makes me reason with depressed
Thinkin, is life really that messed
Compared to many others I'm blessed
But it feels like I'm smothered in mesh
Even my brother confessed
life's been kickin my ass since birth
And that's why I'm flickin ash in the dirt
Sticking to black with my shirts
Sippin from the flask when I'm hurt
Mix and match when I murk
Only drip I knew was from my mother's IV
Walkin round the middle school, screamin fight me
Guess I'm still a teen
Blood in my teeth
Got a lot of beef
That I won't let breath
I wanna make you leak
From the mouth that called me weak
If you don't have the blisters on yo feet
From my shoes then don't speak
On me
I got these fists
I got these fists
They scarred and they calused from shit that I did
I gotta spit
I gotta spit
Onto this mic before I lose my shit
I got some piss
I got some piss
All on them sheets from when I was a kid
Now I got drips
Now I got drips
Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.
I got these fists
I got these fists
They scarred and they calused from shit that I did
I gotta spit
I gotta spit
Onto this mic before I lose my shit
I got some piss
I got some piss
All on them sheets from when I was a kid
Now I got drips
Now I got drips
Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.
Open
Hopin that they don't really get how broken
I am from the face that I'm showin
But lately I've been knowin that I've been growin
Quiet
Border line silent
Trying to avoid crushing violets
With all of my violence
That I hide inside while it rises
All of this trauma I reside in
Uh aye
What the fuck is wrong with me
Inside frowning constantly
Always doubting honesty
Cracks inside my pottery
Masking like I'm on my feet
But that is not all of me
There's scratches all upon my knees
And self harm I've been fondling
All that's left are parts of me
I got these fists
I got these fists
They scarred and they calused from shit that I did
I gotta spit
I gotta spit
Onto this mic before I lose my shit
I got some piss
I got some piss
All on them sheets from when I was a kid
Now I got drips
Now I got drips
Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.
Creeking from the press
Psychic, how I'm speakin for the rest
Pent up anger that is leakin from my flesh
Sad to see a stranger seapin from his chest
After leapin from the nest
It makes me reason with depressed
Thinkin, is life really that messed
Compared to many others I'm blessed
But it feels like I'm smothered in mesh
Even my brother confessed
life's been kickin my ass since birth
And that's why I'm flickin ash in the dirt
Sticking to black with my shirts
Sippin from the flask when I'm hurt
Mix and match when I murk
Only drip I knew was from my mother's IV
Walkin round the middle school, screamin fight me
Guess I'm still a teen
Blood in my teeth
Got a lot of beef
That I won't let breath
I wanna make you leak
From the mouth that called me weak
If you don't have the blisters on yo feet
From my shoes then don't speak
On me
I got these fists
I got these fists
They scarred and they calused from shit that I did
I gotta spit
I gotta spit
Onto this mic before I lose my shit
I got some piss
I got some piss
All on them sheets from when I was a kid
Now I got drips
Now I got drips
Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.
I got these fists
I got these fists
They scarred and they calused from shit that I did
I gotta spit
I gotta spit
Onto this mic before I lose my shit
I got some piss
I got some piss
All on them sheets from when I was a kid
Now I got drips
Now I got drips
Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.
Open
Hopin that they don't really get how broken
I am from the face that I'm showin
But lately I've been knowin that I've been growin
Quiet
Border line silent
Trying to avoid crushing violets
With all of my violence
That I hide inside while it rises
All of this trauma I reside in
Uh aye
What the fuck is wrong with me
Inside frowning constantly
Always doubting honesty
Cracks inside my pottery
Masking like I'm on my feet
But that is not all of me
There's scratches all upon my knees
And self harm I've been fondling
All that's left are parts of me
I got these fists
I got these fists
They scarred and they calused from shit that I did
I gotta spit
I gotta spit
Onto this mic before I lose my shit
I got some piss
I got some piss
All on them sheets from when I was a kid
Now I got drips
Now I got drips
Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.
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Writer(s): Afton Izatt
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