Lyrics
Rahh
Yeah
Find my way through the dark, endangered
Mom told me not to talk to strangers
I hope that my god is angered
I know it'll not be painless
I'll go sometime, I don't know how soon
But I hope I'll get a mic and I'll rock the stages
Shoutout Mason
Gotta play a show at the Resonator 'fore I'm fuckin' brainless
Giving, I will not be taking
Living, I will not be taken unless I do it myself
Why I gotta prove myself?
Why I gotta do so much 'fore I shoot myself?
Fear of all the disappointment
Got so many missed appointments
Missed calls, miss bitches, boys, and
Thick walls sound sick when I hit record
Bass thump when it hit the floor
What you live for?
What you live for?
Ahh
Yeah, yeah
This shit sound sinister
Wearing all black, but not like prime minister
Yell in all caps, my voice, it sounds miniature
Need a new rope to tie to the sycamore
Giving so much, but "Please sir! A little more!
Give the world what they need, that's what you're made for!"
Why's it hard to find peace? I fuckin' hate war
'Least these flows are napalm
Out of good luck like I missed the 8 ball
I ain't got funds, wanna quit my day job
I ain't got time for y'all, shouts Tyler
I ain't got weed but need to get higher
I got scary thoughts inside, wanna feel alive
Scared to live but too cowardly to die
Pills and potions keep Ziv afloat until (flatline)