Death Of An Ego
Every day I acclimate to hell
Fixated on the fate I'm dealt
Changing up the chant to break the spell
Searching for the grave in which I'll dwell
Can you be me and still make it to this stage? (No)
Can you wear a smirk when death is staring in your face? (No)
Can you really stand ten toes on everything you say?
The thing that separates me and you is how we play (yeah!)
Time, it bares no form
Swaying, yet motionless
Oh, the moments capture me
Man, his world is torn
Fearing his worthlessness
Now submerged in apathy
Every day I acclimate to hell
Fixated on the fate I'm dealt
Changing up the chant to break the spell
Searching for the grave in which I'll dwell
Can you be me and still make it to this stage?
Can you wear a smirk when death is staring in your face?
Can you really stand ten toes on everything you say?
The thing that separates me and you is how we play (yeah, yeah)
So let me speak on my shit, 'cause I then paid my dues
And I'm not stopping for no bitch, and I'm not stopping for you
And I then worked this shit too hard, then made too many mistakes
Just for it to be something you thought you could take
You can say that I'm the psycho, I then overdid it
Took a dose I thought was micro, now I'm fuckin, trippin'
Now I see the vicious cycle, you're all stuck in spinning
Your mind is so entitled, mouth is venom-spitting
False entities
Carry themselves like a true deity
False entities
Yeah, fuck it
Self righteousness? You, wicked motherfucker
Now I wonder all the crooked shit you could've conjured
Remove the head, smirk as the body falls
Slumped on your knees, now you don't seem so tall
Oh yeah, I'm over it
You're just counterfeit, you're just full of shit
Demons are the fallen fruit of the divine tree
There's a god that still yearns in me
Fixated on the fate I'm dealt
Changing up the chant to break the spell
Searching for the grave in which I'll dwell
Can you be me and still make it to this stage? (No)
Can you wear a smirk when death is staring in your face? (No)
Can you really stand ten toes on everything you say?
The thing that separates me and you is how we play (yeah!)
Time, it bares no form
Swaying, yet motionless
Oh, the moments capture me
Man, his world is torn
Fearing his worthlessness
Now submerged in apathy
Every day I acclimate to hell
Fixated on the fate I'm dealt
Changing up the chant to break the spell
Searching for the grave in which I'll dwell
Can you be me and still make it to this stage?
Can you wear a smirk when death is staring in your face?
Can you really stand ten toes on everything you say?
The thing that separates me and you is how we play (yeah, yeah)
So let me speak on my shit, 'cause I then paid my dues
And I'm not stopping for no bitch, and I'm not stopping for you
And I then worked this shit too hard, then made too many mistakes
Just for it to be something you thought you could take
You can say that I'm the psycho, I then overdid it
Took a dose I thought was micro, now I'm fuckin, trippin'
Now I see the vicious cycle, you're all stuck in spinning
Your mind is so entitled, mouth is venom-spitting
False entities
Carry themselves like a true deity
False entities
Yeah, fuck it
Self righteousness? You, wicked motherfucker
Now I wonder all the crooked shit you could've conjured
Remove the head, smirk as the body falls
Slumped on your knees, now you don't seem so tall
Oh yeah, I'm over it
You're just counterfeit, you're just full of shit
Demons are the fallen fruit of the divine tree
There's a god that still yearns in me
Credits
Writer(s): Nyshawn Rudd
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