Inhaling such vibes entails my demise
leave a trail in Braille unknown to your eyes
and to most I confide emotional tides
and the woes i aligned with hopeless of signs
motions suppose It evokes a new life
I loathe all the moments that I can’t define (x3)



Waterfalls plunge on my wonder
I summit a kind of remorse and it wanders
I must’ve just died in my dreams but I wonder
What kind of life hides up and under these covers
Cuddle and coddle my woes
Getting happy with the flows
And it just flows and it flows
Take a dive in while I’m holding your nose
Nobody knows



You can’t trust anyone
But you could fuck anyone
Assuming you’ve got the looks
that’s an accomplishment
Take condoms, conjure this
family tree with your hopes and beliefs
I’d have to agree that all of this reeks of bitterness
Baby I’m sick of this
And I’m just sick of you
NyQuil can’t kill this flu,


Assimilate sooner than late
Cynical fuck ruminate
I said I just mutilate
Stuck in the human race
Struck a chord, do my thing
Suffer remorse, only few could pray
Rush that implores me for you to sedate
Fuck up my lucid state
Lust feelings to relate
Must have been a fool at age 8
with my content space, I saved hate
contemplate all kinds of phases
But only a few could make this
conscious addition to satiate
With appetites in a fate, I faced
Never could hide behind faces made
I was so shit faced, afraid to wake
Sober, but older, Don’t me say
Don’t make me say it (x2)

Blunt conviction
Fuck a bitch talking this shit
Hush indifference
Baby I'ma bust a mission (x2)

Waterfalls plunge on my wonder,
I summit a kind of remorse and it wanders
I must’ve just died in my dreams but I wonder
What kind of life hides up and under these covers
Cuddle and coddle my woes
Getting happy with the flows
And it just flows and it flows
Take a dive in while I’m holding your nose
Nobody knows


The focus, I use all the motions
Stuck in emotions
Fuck all that hoe shit
I am alone bitch, you fucking know this
Haven't you noticed?
Act like you don't then,
I don't give four fifths a fuck
Portions, you're not that important slut
Enforcing notions through courses in sorting distortions of love
Till its courses through veins when I break a leg like it’s just luck


Visions are itches, can't scratch
Get depressed, sip elixirs and sit back
Strictly in fact
Infatuated with love, but the fact is thats only a trap
like diving headfirst in the shallow end
getting your head cracked and necked snapped like a Kit Kat
Spit raps for times I was drunk or high
And use a line to hang myself high
Above the fucking pedestal
I'm better off dead or forever froze
Having an episode, buried in stereos
Incredible money makes bitches suck testicles
Dread the positions posses it all
no no no
She ain't special though
Instead she's relies on sexual, counterfeit centerfolds
therefore excess of the luxury
For the cream
the skin is buttery
skim milk and cutlery
cut cut