Dahm - Litany lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Grace] Mil town royal ima jack until the after life Truth is I'm the same as every other sh**ty rapper I'm laying trash vocals over 808s just play another banger Coming in too hot for the hangar Gained a reputation as the one who never gave up Truthfully I k**ed off every part of me that gave f** Chasing after anything that's close to a spot light Loneliness is all I got and Ima drop right Out of this college sh** give a f** about a scholarship Stare into this screen until my f**in eyes out I doubt you'll ever find another quite like me Same way I doubt that these f** boys will fight me Same way I don't see anyone that's on my level Had to wade through hell just to speak to the devil Didn't sell my soul though cuz he ain't wanna give enough I could care less about the cars clothes and living up All I really want is some god damn acceptance Not to mention radio to spin my f**in' record A little love too if she ever comes to find me But I'm locked in the lab so that's highly unlikely Say what you want about me, most of it is probably true Just understand I am too belligerent to follow you I'll pave my own way even while I'm loosing it Even if I don't know the direction I am moving in Staring off the roof through the bottom of a bottle Everybody tells me my behavior is a problem I'm just tryna make life a tiny bit better But I'm actually the opposite of having sh** together Momma was a Christian, god never answered me Switched my tactics up from praying nightly to apathy Guess that's why I don't sleep lately Up for four days or a whole week maybe My mind ain't ready for another f**ing nightmare Cuz when my eyes shut them demons don't fight fair So here's to insomniacs, self diagnosed hypochondriacs And all the other psychopaths I roll with Hopeless mother f**er mind in a dismal state Bout to go ignant let the mother f**in' pistol spray They took my food stamps ain't sh** on my dinner plate Getting so damn high that my whole soul sits in space [Verse 2: Dahm] Look I've run myself ragged I'm the one they call b**h hoe and f*ggot Before we get the pity party started f** your sympathy I'm simply seething sick of being pa**ive Sick of acting like I care I feed off drama but god its hard to prepare For these strangers aiming for favors confessing failure and anger Like I'll be their f**ing savior no air for me here's a secret for you I'm no messiah no higher power no lion or lamb a friar or friend of any dependable quality Put the Hype in hypocrisy, bout as nice as lobotomies Ought to be thought of as one indifferent to all your gossiping I ain't taking care of my sh** I can barely roll out of bed in the AM to piss And then I grab my f**ing phone and scroll through all my other messages I'm desperate for any attention that I can get I wanna go home, but I don't know where it is I'm tryna gain hope, but I need to rest for a bit I kinda want a clone so I can strangle him Stopped stagnant, kinda damaged People dangling dreams and jangling keys I panic at these I need to rule the damn planet Can't plan it- God is a thankless job And lately I ain't prone to think a lot This ain't a block its a campus I'm staying on I entertained the thought of slanging pot And I ain't here to paint a pretty picture Pay the piper for popping people I couldn't live it I'll admit it I'm the opposite Waka Flocka The anti-Machiavelli, the friggin' brother of pigeons Its a long way home I could tell you that Its a long way ahead true Im trying not to let it set me back The fact its in my head too