Ember

I'm the collective of cutlery Cutting up anybody to come fuck with me Everybody passing me like what's up with me I look like I got a problem I'm living in suffering Waiting for death and the dying of moments I live for the highs and I die in the lowest I fucked up my mind from dividing the petals on roses The path of my life I had chosen I'll take you to the woods and I'll show you how to eat Now you living with the bugs, consuming what is deceased When I wanna get a buzz, I'll tie you up on a leash You ain't never gonna make it in a cage with this beast High all day like I've been smoking on plastic Melting my brain but I'm feeling fantastic Leaking endorphins, I'll keep what's important My instincts and natural reactions are rendered Jurassic Remember what I told ya Don't cross my path, I'll fold ya I'll break the bones that hold ya Show you a real soldier All day I'm smoking doja I'm on my Motorola I like drinking my soda They like that Coca-Cola Taste life in the air you breathing Ain't no taste you a heathen Want smoke? I'mma pull up with a beating Talk on me once they sleeping Five phones, I feel conceited My life's a joke, delete it Wake up to feed it Hoping I might die feeling completed I ain't fed my dogs in weeks, tie you up against the trees Cut your arms and legs to show my dogs you got some healthy meat Welcome to your meet and greet, I'll watch you suffer beat and skeet I want another, feed the feast to the beast for eternity I ain't fed my dogs in weeks, tie you up against the trees Cut your arms and legs to show my dogs you got some healthy meat Welcome to your meet and greet, I'll watch you suffer beat and skeet I want another, feed the feast to the beast for eternity Remember what I told ya Don't cross my path, I'll fold ya I'll break the bones that hold ya Show you a real soldier All day I'm smoking doja I'm on my Motorola I like drinking my soda They like that Coca-Cola Taste life in the air you breathing Ain't no taste you a heathen Want smoke? I'mma pull up with a beating Talk on me once they sleeping Five phones, I feel conceited My life's a joke, delete it Wake up to feed it Hoping I might die feeling completed