Can’t see so you feeling shit

Heartbeat of the beast got a toll on me

I’m all me better trust the source and pretty sure you can’t ‘feat defeat

No words when you look at me

Heart piece and degrees falling like debris

I’m all yours better trust the course

And I’m pretty sure you heard of this before

And I’m a mess

God damn, got an ironsight

And I confess

God damn, think I found the light

And I glance

At the scars so I pardon my french

Fuck it all up in advance

Leave ‘em all scarrеd ‘cuz the matter ain’t black

Put the gun way up to my hеad

More rage fuel the fool in me

Like a king on a throne made of lunacy

I’m absent fuck a helping hand

Never budge even though shit hits the fan

No I don’t, really cope, when it slow burns

Rope around my neck, cuz the cold hurts

Living on the edge, could it be worse

Pretty fucking ride jet black hearse

So foul what trait of mine

Like an overlay I

Cover pain with smiles

I’m upbeat so I scratch my head

While I shiver nigga shook think I lost the meds

No I don’t really cope when you change pace

Tend to go remote just to save face

I hate every second I waste

And I loathe the day you having me replaced

And I’m a mess

God damn, got an ironsight

And I confess

God damn, think I found the light

And I glance

At the scars so I pardon my french

Fuck it all up in advance

Leave ‘em all scarred ‘cuz the matter ain’t black

Put the gun way up to my head

I can’t be around this

Can’t fucking be around this

I can see an outage

I can’t be around

I detest

The way you form me

I persist

So fucking lonely

Can’t see so you feeling shit

Heartbeat of the beast got a toll on me

I’m all me better trust the source and pretty sure you can’t ‘feat defeat

No words when you look at me

Heart piece and degrees falling like debris

I’m all yours better trust the course

And I’m pretty sure you heard of this before

And I’m a mess

God damn, got an ironsight

And I confess

God damn, think I found the light

And I glance

At the scars so I pardon my french

Fuck it all up in advance

Leave ‘em all scarred ‘cuz the matter ain’t black

Put the gun way up to my head

And I’m a mess

God damn, got an ironsight

And I confess

God damn, think I found the light

And I glance

At the scars so I pardon my french

Fuck it all up in advance

Leave ‘em all scarred ‘cuz the matter ain’t black

Put the gun way up to my head