Текст песни
Inhaling such vibes entails my demise
Leave a trail in braille, unknown to your eyes
And to most, I confide emotional tides
And the woes I aligned with hopeless of signs
Motions, suppose it evokes a new life
I loathe all the moments that I can't define
I loathe all the moments that I can't define
I loathe all the moments that I can't define
Waterfalls plunge on my wonder
I summit a kind of remorse and it wanders
I must've just died in my dreams, but I wonder
What kind of life hides up and under these covers?
Cuddle and coddle my woes
Getting happy with the flows
And it just flows and it flows
Take a dive in while I'm holding your nose
Nobody knows
You can't trust anyone, but you could fuck anyone
Assuming you've got the looks
That's an accomplishment
Take condoms, conjure this family tree with your hopes and beliefs
I'd have to agree that all of this reeks of bitterness
Baby I'm sick of this and I'm just sick of you
NyQuil can't kill this flu (no, no)
Assimilate, sooner than late
Cynical fuck, ruminate, I said I just mutilate
Stuck in the human race, struck a chord, do my thing
Suffer remorse, only few could pray
Rush that implores me for you to sedate
Fuck up my lucid state, lust feelings to relate
Must have been a fool at age 8
With my content space, I saved hate
Contemplate all kinds of phases
But only a few could make this
Conscious addition to satiate
With appetites in a fate, I faced
Never could hide behind faces made
I was so shit faced, afraid to wake
Sober, but older, don't me say it
Don't make me say it
Don't make me say it
Blunt conviction, fuck a bitch talking this shit
Hush indifference, baby, I'ma bust a mission
Blunt conviction
Fuck a bitch talking this shit
Hush indifference, baby, I'ma bust a mission
Blunt conviction, fuck a bitch talking this shit
Hush indifference, baby, I'ma bust a mission
Blunt conviction
Fuck a bitch talking this shit
Waterfalls plunge on my wonder
I summit a kind of remorse and it wanders
I must've just died in my dreams, but I wonder
What kind of life hides up and under these covers?
Cuddle and coddle my woes
Getting happy with the flows
And it just flows and it flows
Take a dive in while I'm holding your nose
Nobody knows
The focus, I use all the motions
Stuck in emotions
Fuck all that hoe shit
I am alone bitch, you fucking know this
Haven't you noticed?
Act like you don't then
I don't give four fifths of a fuck
Portions, you're not that important, slut
Enforcing notions through courses in sorting distortions of love
'Till it courses through veins when I break a leg like it's just luck
Visions are itches, can't scratch
Get depressed, sip elixirs and sit back
Strictly, in fact
Infatuated with love, but the fact is that's only a trap
Like diving headfirst in the shallow end
Getting your head cracked and necked snapped like a Kit Kat
Spit raps for times I was drunk or high and use a line to hang myself high above the fucking pedestal
I'm better off dead or forever froze
Having an episode, buried in stereos
Incredible, money makes bitches suck testicles
Dread the positions, posses it all
No, no, no, she ain't special though
Instead, she relies on sexual counterfeit centerfolds
Therefore, excess of the luxury
For the cream, the skin is buttery
Skim milk and cutlery, cut cut