Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rika LeBlanc
Songwriter
Abulwafa Rangga Adzka
Songwriter
Muhammad Raihan Tegar
Songwriter
Taura Pasha
Songwriter
Triuli Shaska Pasaribu
Songwriter
Abram Nuasa
Songwriter
Shira Allegra Sampurna
Songwriter
Renata Kanaya Pradia
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's been a month since the last time we met
And um
Yeah, feels nice to be back I've been
How's everything?
How's life?
Did things get hazy?
Any progress in handling your anxiety?
I've been-
Alright, If you see anything from Instagram
It's fucking fake
Well, I've been seeing you strolling around this city a lot
Good food, good friends, good life
What brought you back here anyway?
Jesus Christ
Naa nanaa nanaa
Nanaa nanaa
Naa nanaa nanaa
Nanaa nanaa
Yeah?
I can't stand you, I can't take it anymore
What are you talking about? (I'm so fucking tired of the things you do to me)
One day I was your everything, and the next you drown me (Hey, look)
I can't love myself around you
You keep me in a fucking cage and have me all to yourself
Man, fuck you and your whole family, you bitch (And that's not it)
With all of the shit that I need to get through
Stuck with my tears, so I'm so fuckin' guiltful
My pistol is loaded and I'm in the corner
Secrets to secrets revealing its cover
Massive heartbreaks, breaking my mind
Parents get ruined keep messing my life
Friends that are something, they keep me laid down
Stuck on that time and keep feelin' blue
Saying my word and get pieces of wood
All I got, blood and some pieces of wound
Letting me cry over and overnight every time
My life just suck, so I got so high on drugs
I'm working my ride
But still is a fucker that's only gon' cry
But now I got life with the flow and my rhymes
With the flow and my rhymes (So all of you pacifists)
Fuck you, your mother, your father, your aunt
Your uncle, your sister, your brother, the man
You tryna become and the shit you've been saying about it
The shit you've been claiming to plan
I might forgive, I will never forget
This ain't a threat
A promise, you get me?
I ain't got a gat
But steel on my knuckle's enough I assume just to clear up the air
And all the wrong things they've done to me
Discouragements I've gotten
At some point in my life, I wish they gun me down
So fuck their job, fuck their passion, fuck their tries
And fuck their lies, fuck my life, fuck me, fuck
Fuck
Naa nanaa nanaa
Nanaa nanaa
Naa nanaa nanaa
Nanaa nanaa
Tor, tell 'em
But you feel me?
Why I take this shit? for my energy
When you work so hard and your time's so low
The nic hits you like a remedy
If you do this shit like how I did
You're gonna get run up by some enemies
From Taura to Thorra to Lucy to Tora to Megan
I'm just saying, I'll be who I'll be
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I loved you, but it was never enough
The hurdles I go through can't get any harder
I'm just getting weaker
The splints on my chest's sinking deeper
The blood trail I left reads my name
Don't ask me if I'm wrapped in shame
I'll be gone, let's not try this again
In the table of Gods, you can find me
Where I'm drinking your blood and you can see
Oh the rest of the ones who will feast
Oh the rest of the ones who will feast
Feast
The same kind of meat
Writer(s): Triuli Pasaribu
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