Cory McAtee - Hell lyrics

[VERSE 1 – Jacob Smith] Is it, is it hell If I won't' fail, and I never sell And I push nails into my coffin There's so much so smoke, of course I'll start coughin They don't want us talkin sh** They don't want our secrets lived, no They don't want our ignorance bliss “Homie, I never really loved talkin sh**” Tryna catch my sector's fist “Young and quiet, don't let him spit He'll make us stop wanting to forget The places we hate cause it's where we always been And the girls we never had a chance to get it in” We're so focused on the present, focused on the future Leave our souls online to die inside of our computers My mom still take pictures She don't post ‘em on the web We just live our lives until we're dead [HOOK – Jacob Smith & woodLand] Oh no, you wanna be So much more than you are Feel like we're hell on earth Hell on earth, wolves on earth And you go so hard Ten off and ten on So gone, I'm so gone So long, so long [VERSE 2 – Jacob Smith] They don't care if I'm angry here They don't care if I bang her here All them smoke they dank in here And blow smoke up my nose and my face in here Eye the color of the devil here The rebels yell and they revel here One note, the present, one level here And I've never even seen one wedding here Sex what we do when we cannot stay I have a problem sayin what I shouldn't say She always yearns but she never stays And I always yell but I never chase And our souls in the clouds above Thoughts in a box, no one gives a f** 140 characters can't be love And an @ symbol cuts like I spilt some blood, uh [HOOK] [VERSE 3 – woodLand] Go on, make my day Say my name beyond the grave Fifteen minutes of fame Sweet secretation to the brain But the sleep, it ain't the same And the digitization is to blame Make me king behind the scenes Behead the king in his dreams The blood is wet, the red has run All hail the king, his day is done All hail the king His day is done