VETEMENTS

Lips closed
Heard a scream but who knows
Mum tried wiping up the (sniffle)
More time cleaning up the red nose
Foundation couldn't help these bruises
Abusive just burn them clothes
Intrusive, mistreated
Domestic relief in a humble abode
And I stood still
Never had the choice of the red or the blue pill
Keep the peace was a good skill
By sixteen big dream
Barefoot, dad left me with no shoes to fill
Mum left with a big bill she tried
Memories that's drowned in white wine
Distilled a big mill, she went around about ten times
And still smiled
Still stayed strong
Stayed by side
And I play along
But my mind
A minefield I tip-toe hesitantly
I can feel what I felt it's embedded in me
It's under my skin it's under my chin, I can't shake it
Too many leave I can't
Too many leave I can't rake it
Heavy the head I can't
Heavy the lead I can't fake it
Done all my shit, forsake it

Wait for this shit
I came just locked inside this bitch
I switched my flow
Fumble that bitch
I burn them pics
I change my DNA like clothes
Move to fast
Lost in the grass
Fields of green I role my dope
Tip-toe flip my switch like wow
Who the fuck knows where he goes
Where the fuck you going when you looking out the window
Pressing memories into the indo
Hit the plug and I said I need Cinco
Iron out the wrinkles
Drying out, just dying out the dimples
Pop one, pop two, pop paps like pimples
That's far too simple

Hmm-hmm
And you know
Keep something deep inside and it grows
It just grows

I said there's something in this room that left me really flabbergasted
Checked just under all the carpets, couldn't find a single soul
Tried just dealing with my shit the therapist not flabbergasted
All these eggs was in one basket, tried to break them in this bowl

How many times do you have to forgive
That's a man with a hitch with a house and a kid
How many wives are stuck in this sitch
No hope one wish safe space to live
How many crimes do you have to commit
Before the po-po come take dad to the sticks
About twenty times man stepped on the line
Can never rewind that's payback bitch

Tried to control my emotional storm my emotions are torn and I can't restitch
Tried to control my life my form, with your eyes dead shores where no one lives
Tried to conform by the time I was born that's thought out convos caught out blips
Shapeshift change form sort less kicks, kind to the cause the effect I'm rich
Bound to the force cuz the words ain't shit until they blow
Move too fast put your hand on my shoulder makes me sick bruv slow your role
No therapist to talk my shit, I write my shit inside this Woah
No pessimist, not positive shit I write my shit inside this Woah

And you know keep something in and it grows
And you know there's something in all my clothes
And you know
And you know