Lyrics
I'm in love with this.
The way I wanna talk my shit, my fist stuck in a clinch, mental
health in a pinch.
The ego must be bruised, what got him acting this way?
Lost in a tar pit, obsession with his grave.
Pass the baton, spliff get an exchange, color outside the
borders, can't predict his mind frame.
Not a stranger to the fade, that's how Saber was made.
Came up with cutthroats, but I'm as sensitive as it gets.
It's one thing to talk to me in that tone, but watch my friends.
Why am I so loyal, maybe I start to forget.
BPD brain did more damage than hits.
Abusement as a kid, made me buck up quick, but I gotta calm it this season, I'm not licensed for it.
Been writing in my room, having a panic attack.
I need a pill to pop, muscle relax, a Xanax in fact.
Something to break in half take the rest in hand.
I'm the king of escapism, somewhere in my head isn't.
Need a religion or some ism, unchained, let go from this prison.
Demons goodbye and good riddance, need angels up in my vision.
At the end of the day, my everyday needs some type of fixing.
I don't buy into bullshit, you can keep the subscription.
I peep what you couldn't, stay silent, resilience.
Can't drop me for the wrong reasons, forgetful nights, wars, and big treason.
I'm like if Heaven and Hell had a meeting.
A baby grew from the dirt, he a heathen.
Give me trash, I'll find gold, and give some meanings.