Its Good Beats - White Noise lyrics

White Noise, it's white noise right? it's white noise, right? white noise, right.. right? Bulimia holding to me tight, it's a miracle if I make it By the end of the night, paying the ultimate price Soulless right?, Looking ghostly white Supposed to fight as I'm told to but why Should I attempt and try? - to depressed to Because even when I'm alive I got nobody to vent to I'm provoked by my own thoughts, told dastardly sh** Invoking knots in my stomach, throwing up it Slowly nothing but white noise life just static The cold touch of it makes me quite combative Rather irrational, fashion fast this black ma** Hangs over my battered procrastinative Brain scattered rather rash socially awkward a** Lashing never honestly given a pa** Just holding a mask up to never disclose his a** Cause he's chosen a path, of ma** antidepressants To stop pressure [Instrumental] It's a fact nowadays sh**'s either seen as cla**ic or trash It's tragic, as that's the thought process I have I can't digest, Ima die in jest, treading Stressed, anonymous Bled and following This dreadful hollow man Difficult swallowing palming a couple Kolonopen Is what I'm wanting man double the empty bottles anti-anxiety medication, many find me as crazy Frayed see, boasting keeps my temple sane Mostly on a whole different mental plain Then most tempted plain entertaining human beings Always complain, settle to stay Groaning growing to be a level away But I'll never stay, only paving the way out it Slowly nothing but white noise, life just static The cold touch of it made me quite combative But I'm out it, no doubt stating that proudly It's dumbfounding how we did it soundly now just not [Instrumental] It's apparent the absence of a parent made me transparent Never cherished I can barely bare it, raised to chase merits It's wearing me out, not a cent dollar in are bank account To be frank, I give thanks to how our mother carries the house I won't cower down to these cowards, found a bright light No plights, I fight right away, irate I'm in pain Hoping I get signed today, but know it won't suffice Inclined to find a way, grinding, against the grain It's gonna be mine, why? my mind's profane I'm infamous in-taking sh** Rising to grace - hence I'm complacent it's prying me till I complain since I've been given the cold shoulder told i'm nothing That's a joke I'm overqualified for you dumb a**holes So coaxed by a notebook teacher giving a cold look Hoe know i'm thinking of a symphony of f**ing symbols That connect like puzzles, fine rhymes that'll puzzle Disses that halt a rebu*tal, that'll trip out stumble you Schemes that have been stuck in my cerebellum for a couple Of hours, now, that would make a veteran drop his pencil Works that would make you think i'm mental, and cower now And fouler, rowdier shouting how in hell could I've Taken sh** for hours and weeks days and decades Raised in a broken home, bound to get degraded Sour instigation, ingratiated, Matteo making Everyday a living nightmare, quite scared To fight, no confidence bared, mom not spared She got popped by my pops, right in the eye, I was frightened And now I'm out it now, and I don't comply When I'm writing So f** you and everyone you get no love in the slightest.. [Instrumental]