Nappychan - Cold, Concrete Path (prod. by nappychan) lyrics

Grey jungle Drones moving like tumble-weed bundles Fake angles with wings I'm tempted to ruffle Those in desperate need pick me out of the huddle Some offer to climb on top, I wanna scuffle... Smash his head, choke em' out, buried in the rubble But I pa** off, violence muddled, with anxiety This denizen is trying me I can't look at it blindingly Somewhere he got a dose of anarchy I do too But we all got it and use it differently I'm too on guard, too many seeds of negativity On dome Luckily not reactionary prone in the right timing Refuse to collude and conclude to fighting Like.... I don't like random violence But my thoughts run from logic to a primate With no territory Non of it is real Choice I deal Only thing that is mandatory I guess I look for a story A critically acclaimed matched with Maury... A chance for the stoic, to go gory... Thought of a lonely Mask like Mick Foley Tryna find the divide and lies of the holy Concepts to virtues, help us or hurt you Perceptions to curse you And love that can f** you Cuff you, till' you realize it's not enough Only the self has that stuff... Still Though depressed look for purpose like k** Bill With much Ill Will Though I swear I have the right intention Just wish there was a... disappointment prevention Insecurity collection, a wish for succession A wish to make connection Between the human flaw And potential end all, be all, self-promise I will be all But too many times I fall To light sleep with pineal clips as a guiding call All I see... All I see.....