Top Songs By Avaricious.Phade
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dakota Daugherty
Songwriter
Greg Anthony Trujillo
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pleasantly surprised I feel free from my own mind
Ready to speak about it
TO YOU...
All my sleuthing fueling this sermoning person yuuuh
Determined to bring that hurting unto you keep on listening
Ain't no rhythm to it, codeine-promethazene keeping me up
Styrofoam cup full of lean what's up?
Make these dreams so clean a scene from Doris
Chum on a Sunday knocking on my forehead
Done wrong by your bong I ain't, not today!
I've been long gone, my mind with all that matters grey
Krugs got me on that lude shit, what the fuck?
My ears rang like, shrewd bitch you're thunderstuck!
Understatement to say you're out of luck you vulgar hoe
Won't even scratch the surface of shame, you feel disdain
Heroin Carolyn coming up on your neck
She keeps barreling towards you to get that next fix man
Dropping her knife, picking up bricks yelling
"Thank you cops for these terracota munitions today"
This bitch crazy, a new Dawn of the Dead
Immortalized in a single body, I gotta go
Back to the trap, counting the stack
I don't know when I will counterattack
Day three of being pooked out like a technical knockout
This comedown will not be lenient on my heart
Kicking and kicking and fighting and fighting and
Yiming and timing no griming no griping
I'm driving I'm flying I'm screaming I'm dying
My time is but nigh but my glock got no shells
No screaming, no spells: I'm dying
I'm dying I'm dying
I'm screaming for help but they ain't getting out
My lyrics my mouth nothin but doubt
Always singled out [HELP! HELP!]
Someone get me out [HELP! HELP!]
My turn on the roundabout [HELP! HELP!]
My head on the different route [HELP! HELP!]
All in my bouts, day in day out
Eternally dragging out, gettin up, getting out
Going for the clip no don't get it out
I'm ripping I'm rhyming no stopping me till I go die again
[I'LL DIE AGAIN...]
How could I feel this numb if I was lying?
My time is on loan again...
Devolved I'm an ape
Just chewing on grapes
I see the escape
Don't forget to take it off undrape for me
I can see that which is mystery
The protohistory I can't comprehend make no sense to me
I hate it here don't understand a thing
Both fear and pure ecstasy
Fuck...
I think I'm dead...
Writer(s): Greg Trujillo
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