Dead Inside

By Apel8

On Insomnia

Released on June 15, 2022

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[Intro]

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[Chorus Apel8]

Dead inside of me

Dyin' quietly

Love don't mean a thing

With my habits inviting me

Sick inside of me

Dyin' quietly

Love don't mean a thing

With my habits inviting me (сука сука)


[Verse 1: Apel8]

In the car for a ride, working on homicide

Don't look left you will die

Don't look back you'll cry

It's too much, it fucks me up how

I came back to life

Ain't satisfied, I still want your head

I'll cut off your mind till revenge is mine

Never got major, fuck a teacher

I just wanna prey upon a bitch like Mona Lisa

Ay!

Your teeth under my sneakers

Ay!

Bleeding makes you believe in Jesus

Ay!

Preachin', pleadin', wheepin'

Ay!

Fuckin' up my Adidas

So I put them In the bleaches

One more second till the world slips


[Bridge: Gone 'Til Monday]

I'm in the suicide forest

Beautifully morbid

Used to be in torture by my mind

I ignore it

50 dead roses, funeral gorgeous

My new bitch gorgeous

Escalade

20 inch blades right over your grave

And floor it


[Verse 2: Gone 'Til Monday]

Ay (ay!), I been MIA like Florida

I been DOA like HOVA

Chosen one I know I'm important

Make her come with all my recordings

This is off the record like Lucy's

But this is breakin' records like Jordan's

Zilla, take a second to kill 'em


[Verse 3: Zillakami]

I wanna burn the whole world down (Okay)

To the ground

What it was when I'm done

Won't be what it is (Okay)

In the ashes I see the masses

I hate 'em all, comes with the game kit

I don't really wanna talk today

Wanna pull up on you with the gun today

Wanna get my deposits and run today

Away from everything (Okay, Okay, Okay)

I see ya can't blame

The mask is camo

I'm out of ammo

I cannot shoot my shot no more

I got a headband, they think I'm Rambo (Huh)

Tell the civilians to hit the floor

I kick the door to yo spot (Okay)

Come in with the flames

Then I watch it all rot (Okay)

Come in with the chop

Knock it out of ya socks

When the nigga hear the

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!


[Chorus: Apel8]

Dead inside of me

Dyin' quietly

Love don't mean a thing

With my habits inviting me

Sick inside of me

Dyin' quietly

Love don't mean a thing

With my habits inviting me