Paranoid
This will not end well
Worth the heavy hands
Worth the every end
Every fu*king time time dies
And you could count the cries
But really
The times don’t change with the tides
And when you wraparound
Your always gonna drown
And that just sorta su*ks
Don’t it
Holding on
My eyes just rusted shut
May I think for my MF self ?
If that’s cool with you
If thats cool with you
I mean
Every dying night
Is a reminder why I try
And I always seed my sight
Ya I always read my rights
It’s fu*ked up
If you fu*ked up
And you fu*ked up
It’s what’s what
If you dust up
Coming cup up
Hush hush
Wooden walnuts
Sunny sustenance
Hung lungs out to bust bust bust
Heavy on a crushed heart
Developments arе coming in
And your outta luck