False Hope

By Swaine

On Invitation

Released on December 28, 2017

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[Hook]

My passion won't ever save me

Dreamin' about a fake bentley

I think I'm always the same me

I just been stressin' like all week


[Verse]

Head split just for me

Cry in bed, I don't sleep

Take a sec I can't breathe

Fake, I can't show teeth

Binded to my own grief

People lookin' past me

Walkin out of dundas

Invisible to everybody but shit I been holding myself, fam

Fuck y'all, I'm a business man

You hate, you can catch these hands

Almost quit, now im up at last

How long, can I fuckin' last

Endurance run, like a beep test

Sippin' on something forget all about it, I'm making these hits and I wait for my moment

Ill take it and turn it to something remarkable

Metal Gear I'll surpass all the expendables

You couldn't hear me though

You turn it over I'm flippin' it back and it ain't really easy to show who I am

So I'll bring it to you, ay

I'll bring it to you

What the fuck are you talkin' bout

My city, I own it now

Take your shit and we don't claim you now

How the hell can I make it out

My head drowns me in doubts

Second guessing all day

The lesson is I cannot do this today

Feel like I'm nothing im fading away

Fallin' to pieces I'm broken like vase

I'll come together up off my own wave

Fuck all these hooks I ain't playing, no way

Sound is like azzinoth, got the warglaives

I'm ready for anything, watch me be great

My mouth cannot stop I keep spittin' to grave

I lost my self I still feel phantom pain

This is the best shit I wrote in forever

I can do better

You can't do shit, but complain and be jaded

I'm so conflicted

I'll be icon like I'm Jaden

Half of me wants to but half of me thinks I'm too shit to be aimin' this

One should take over, like romans when they come to conquer and take ya whole village

Take in I pillage

Do this 'till im winnin'

Then do it some more, and maybe you'll feel it

Don't do it for riches

Fuck all that talk bruh, you know that I'm finished

Take it all back and just do something boring

A desk job, $20 an hour

Average shit, I divided my double

Sorry I didn't mean to burst your bubble

Sorry to bother like I'm fuckin' vulnerable

My head is swimmin' like islands in summer

Feelin' the heat off this shit like its cookin, uh

Recipe is gone

Did another one

Spit another bar

Kill another song

Rise above it all

I'll be in the car

Swerve in a lexus

I'm always tested

I always passed, I did extra credit

A's like I studied

And 100 percent shit, yeah

'98 big like in texas, uh

I'll keep it going like endless, yeah

Problems, they hang off my necklace


[Hook]

My passion won't ever save me

Dreamin' about a fake bentley

I think I'm always the same me

I just been stressin' like all week