wings//cutting

Black & Blue

Still Here

Notebook Freestyle

Lyrics:


(clears throat)
Ok.

Yeah,
Yeah,

I ain't got no discipline,
catch me rollin' with the wind,
yeah my pen likes to write in pros when my soul won't let me in, 
my blood flows cold in the morning when i'm mourning; reptilian.
I'm sorry, Dame* spends his mornings at the organ; that's where he been.

Yeah

Thats where he been, oh woah.

Yeah,
Ok, 

I'm tryna get my shit together,
but I ain't gettin' no better, man.
Fuck my moral compass,
my views change like the weather,
and whether or not i'm weathered,
it don't matter 'cuz i'm tethered for better or worse,
end up inside of a hearse.
I'm gone, 
i'm missing, 
i'm on,
a mission,
and if you don't think i'm coming back you're right,
but don't be snitchen' oooo.

(aye yo yo yo, switch it up, switch it up on em)

OK

Rolling down the highway 
Snakes turn patterns into demons I never had it my way
I always feel the same though 
Got my thoughts on lock, now they leakin and I’m wondering where they go
I’m living life the high way
Not an addict but I need it, anything that’s gona push me back to Friday 
I watch em’ come while they go,
It’s used to be so easy but I’m tired (of) always climbin' up the same pole.

(same pole)

Yeah,

I'm not efficient, 
i'm just a drag queen on a mission,
what is it?
What's in it?
Tell me what's in the box bitch just spill it.
Drop the tea pot, get the tail, lets spin it.
I'm not an individual,
yeah i'm just a has-been, 
I think that i'm residual parts made of some bad shit.
Imma drop four floors down when i'm gassed,
and you know I only fuel that much cuz i'm bat shit.
Keep an eye on me during count down,
make sure my seats rolled back on the out bound,
gotta keep me calm so I don't melt down;
I don't wana melt down,

Yeah.


(Yeah) 
Rolling down the highway 
Snakes turn patterns into demons I never had it my way
I always feel the same though 
Got my thoughts on lock, now they leakin and I’m wondering where they go
I’m living life the high way
Not an addict but I need it, anything that’s gona push me back to Friday 
I watch em’ come while they go,
It’s used to be so easy but I’m tired (of) always climbin up the same pole.

(same pole)

*Written & Produced by Henry Barrows (Daimōnic/Dame)

The Serpent King?

Rhyme School - Chicken Sandwich

:Braindead:

If my devils leave me, I am afraid my angels will as well.

Daimōnic

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