Letras
I Don't speak the same language no more but i'm tryna get back to it
Draw the blinds lock the door tryna re-store what the fuck had happened then
Bitch i'm really made for this shit
God stabbed my brain with a pen
It's gon be gratifying when
We win fuck around and win again
Do You Feel The Energy
I feel the energy
I do
I said do you feel the energy
THE ENERGY
My bodies a dilapidated house
With a faulty foundation how
I made it this far leave me astounded
Got the tools and re-built the ground
Tear soaked scarf ring it out
Imma swim far before i drown
All my pains in the walls of this apartment
Ima turn to a house
Make a lasting impression with some poems and some loose sounds
Im foaming at the mouth
Have you ever put a loaded Glock to your neck like
Transparency was the name of my blick cause she never lied
Kept a steady hand treat it like a brush tryna paint silence
Yeah
Paint your room with your personality listen for the sirens
Good grief no such thing as good grief pop a oxy for the morons
Need more time spent before the ones i love or me is dying
A promised rest is solace
If you really shining who's holding the light?
Ya bitch ya mans or christ
Your spirit guides aligned
Kickin up dust like the bulls
Going Pamplona on these hoes
They only wanna hear ya tracks when they pain
But i won't resuscitate my woes
How you gon defy the inevitable?
We gon define the inevitable
Don't shy from the eventual vegetable or maybe comatose
Can't get em on the ropes if they know the ropes
Screaming fuck ya rope-dope
When ya flesh burns off who gon hold ya bones
Who gon hold ya bones
Another, one of these guys that has to
Just get everything out of their head
In order to just function