CHARCHOAL

By Biv

On Dead Luxury

Released on May 20, 2022

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[Verse 1: SCISSORHAND]

So fucking paranoid, I sit back wait for my heart to explode

Fucking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home

I got issues that I'm dealing with, so let me be alone

Take a polaroid of all my fears, pin it to my dome

Nothing left, drained all the blood that I've bled

I'm blind, only colour that I see is red

I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed

I dine, only thing that I taste is lead

Insomnia got me picking at my flesh

And my paranoia got me in a fucking mess

I'ma let loose in a mess

I'ma let loose cuz I feel death prowl

I hit up homie like "Yo Biv, let's makе them fucking scream"

Scizzy and Mercy thе hardest the underground has seen

Shit got me dizzy, get gritty my aura colored green

Schoolboy Q in this bitch, banking those collard greens

Sick of all of you leeches, scene is in pieces, I gotta fix this shit

I am all of your weakness, you are just schemers, you cannot trick me bitch

Think that you got potential, driving all of those fucking rentals boy

You gotta weak mental, all you trap boys, think you metal


[Verse 2: Biv]

Wig split, finna put that bitch up on my hit list

Dipshit, told me I was nothing so I pissed it

Off with my wrist slit, coughin' up my bitch fit

Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it

Fuck a budget, bitch I'm showing up with something

I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh

Fuck a budget, bitch I'm showing up with something

Why you caught up all the sudden?

Fuck, what they sayin, I got times a-wastin'

You ain't never save him, boy don't test my patience

Only in your statements, who the fuck you playin?

How you finna make it? Bitch don't keep me waitin'


[Chorus: Biv & SCISSORHAND]

Fucked up

You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up

Fucked up

You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up


[Verse 3: Biv]

Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can

Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan

Smoke a couple packs and think they livin' off the land

Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned, yeah

I'm better off workin' nights

Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes

Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light

Then eat a 30 clip and call this shit a life, yeah


[Chorus: Biv & SCISSORHAND]

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Fucked up, fucked-

You ain't tryna see me when I'm

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up