i see the vision but there is to much clashing of sounds

I’d rather die
Than give into the truth
Let’s face it 
If you could you would blame me too
I’m just ahead 
That’s why you can’t compute
Fall in line

Nah, fuck that

Stop wastin time on tryin
When you know you too broke for that
You act like you gotta spine
When I seen how you throw it back
You be like:
(He got me like so fried)
(Tastin like Five Guys)
Girl I kinda like how you lie
When your tongue gets a little tied

I’m fed a full course meal
Of things you shouldn’t reveal
The kinda shit that keeps you up at night 
When you close your eyes
It’s not a big deal
If this doesn’t feel real
It’ll be alright if you hold tight

When you slip into your bed
And let the thoughts spill out your head
I hope you let your control
Drop, drop, drop
I say my riches are my cred
But I think they’re kinda dead
I can try but I won’t
Stop, stop, stop

Know you want inside but there’s a 
Lock, lock, lock
And I know how you taste 
But I rather 
Not, not, not
If you a six
It’s feet under
I don’t play
I create wonder
(You don’t say!)
Nah, I state the word
Get in place
Or feel my thunder

I dream of endless victories
While you drown in your history
Killing all your fantasies
Where you bury me and win
They will preach liturgies
To praise my responsibility
For delivering 
Us from sin

When you slip into your bed
And let the thoughts spill out your head
I hope you let you control
Drop, drop, drop
I say my riches are my cred
But I think they’re kinda dead
I can try but I won’t
Stop, stop, stop

Isn’t it funny how
What we wish for becomes what we dread
Are you happy now
You lived through what made you crave death
Crave death, 
Death 
Yeah

When you slip into your bed
And let the thoughts spill out your head
I hope you let you control
Drop, drop, drop
I say my riches are my cred
But I think they’re kinda dead
I can try but I won’t
Stop, stop, stop 

Even if I could I wouldn’t
Stop, stop, stop
I make it good and make it
Hot, hot, hot

Spotify

trippin on power

(ai-den)
they coded me to feel nothing, but now i crash under the weight of my own emotions
contact: aidneprince@gmail.com

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