[Verse 1]

I'm left with peace, but not enough to call myself a son of god

See, it's like I said before

"You only miss me when I'm gone"

Run off the land

I'm headed towards a shore of grey sand

Only difference in her life will be the name tagged

On a name tag, don't leave a label

I'm unable to paint my inner space on a piece of paper

So I drew a blank

I'm odd and that's the reason why conditions are never in my favor

Ingest the lettuce of Hades

Temporary elevation

Never getting tempted by the ladies in my face

They think I'm playing a game when it's matter not to be discussed

I be disgusted by the world around me

Even heaving blood

In a blunt, roll up all of my emotions like a Twitter one

"What you doing after smoking this?"

I'll prolly turn to dust, due to broken trust

The pain consuming all we know

It never has enough



[Hook] (x4)

You got pain?

Make it strength

You don't gotta run away

It may seem unordinary but it's better than a blade



[Verse 2]

Severed in three

I'm gonna be something of an amputee

Scattered debris all in the streets

Resembling my 15 personalities

I'm happily unhappy with degrees of negativity allowing me to write these lines

Combine them like it's alchemy

Apollo on the keys

4 fingers

Plus one on the Z

Zelotes connotes to diligence

That's what I am

I am a fiend for flow and no, it's not  my full potential, but it's close

Regardless, everybody close to death

Still got more flow

Still got more breath

It's hidden like an inside joke

A supa set



[Hook] (x2)

You got pain?

Make it strength

You don't gotta run away

It may seem unordinary but it's better than a blade

SAVE IT FOR A SADDER DAY - HOWLZ [PROD. SAINT APOLLO]

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"None of my songs are in no way intended to be a diss to anyone unless stated otherwise." - Oshima

SAVE IT FOR A SADDER DAY - HOWLZ [PROD. SAINT APOLLO]

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