SØCIAL STATUS

Two times, give a lover two signs that we're doomed

I've already proven that the truth hides

Nothing deep about this, don't confuse lines

Cover the tracks, check my shoe size

Don't ever choose sides

Never need a truce to cruise by, but a drug is crucial for lewd dimes

Grew to recruit highs

En route to go resume the doom, strong as the moonshine

The residue in my vessels might give a true sign that I'll soon die

Assume life electrocutes a new light, then demise will come settle

Rise for the commute by, embezzled abuse like my fucking potential

I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct

No rickety soliloquies, the rhythms are crushed

The will to fill up dreams, without giving a fuck

Live it up, never give it up, hit em up with an official bump

Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love

Insignificant bitches finna mimic the trust

Meant to mend indifference to the men and women

Guess it depends if I'm giving them my two cents to pivot or ascend to the limits

Surrendered bits to the sickness

Amidst the twisted convention conditioned to my sick ambitions

Tough visits i double fisted cement, the rubble sifted

Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered

I don't give a fuck about social status, don't give a fuck if i crash

I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics

Romantics still roam in the grass

With the snakes and the rats

At this rate, I'd feel stacked against malice and sadness hits

Balance my past and spit

Challenged to have grip within my paralysis

To my collapse, if my madness gets

Slashed in a matter of minutes

And dragged to a shallow pit

Tell Alice, I wish her the best, but I still can't forget she's a shallow bitch

Foreshadowed the highs and the lows of her habits

But I do not know if she happened to ever catch onto the fact

I was masking my pain with a flask and a fraction of coke kept me active

That night I was choking while chasing the dragon

I don't give a fuck about social status, don't give a fuck if i crash

I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics

Romantics still roam in the grass

I won't give up hope, but I know the static keeps my anxiety brash

I float with my woes on a boat, I still paddle way down this cold river at mass

I don't give a fuck about social status, don't give a fuck if i crash

I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics

Romantics still roam in the grass

I won't give up hope, but I know the static keeps my anxiety brash

I float with my woes on a boat, I still paddle way down this cold river at mass

I've been elevated, I've been hella faded

I've fitted the rages that have relegated devils in my mind

I've been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i'm desiccated

I've been slated to be dead by thirty five

Dreamt a shady vision, predicament

Picked it, hit it, lit it with the fucking fire from inside

Inquisitive diction grips the explicit limits allegedly wicked, twisted

Within the gripping sickness and prolific divides

Livid disposition, i rivet

I ticket a critic with an acidic instant despise

Dip in demise

I spit with a hint of divine, spirit

Despicable guys kick it, akin to devised scrimmage

So difficult strides diminish my physical

Unfit for the visible dumb shit

Pop a stimulant, tongues lick bitter powders

Among which

Give me the power to come with

To Recount for a dumb bitch

While i figure the figment up in my mind might trigger

A sublime quite bigger than a bullet to the skull

You're full of shit, I revolt cause I should've been dead

Could've been, would've been

But I stood with unrest with the lead up to my chest

Address steps I took to detect depths unhooked

From the depression

Still stalling, Now look

Ive been falling

They left when they saw my face

Bury them all in a shallow grave

I feel like just drowning real deep down in doubts

Till surrounded by sounds that have kept accounted

I count them all up until I feel real grounded

I ran out of luck (no)

I never found love (no)

Now I feel more fucked than ever

So just, fuck forever, I'll stay stuck forever, enough

I don't give a fuck about social status, don't give a fuck if i crash

I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics

Romantics still roam in the grass

I won't give up hope, but I know the static keeps my anxiety brash

I float with my woes on a boat, I still paddle way down this cold river at mass

At mass, at mass (I float, I float)

At last, at last (I float, I float)

At mass, at mass (I float, I float)

At last, at last (I float, I float)

At mass, at mass (I float, I float)

At last,at last (I float, I float)

At mass, at mass (I float, I float)

At last, at last (I float, I float)