Writing On The Walls

(album: Writing On The Walls - 2015)

Walking down the hall broken glass send my [?]
Contemplating certain things, I don't even wanna speak
In the dark now watch me sneak, I'm the dark now watch me creep
See these people talk about the world but what's it mean to me
I've seen writing on the walls, can you read be'ween the lines
All these people looking lost, if you seek then you shall find
Put my feet above recline, I got nothing left but time
I got nothin but my life, s I can't be scared to die
I got nothing left inside, if you think that I'm a lie
You can try to fucking test me bitch, I wanao see you try
Ace that shit no double check, dotting T's and crossing
I don't got nothing to hide, think I might be out my mind

Get up out the way, when I step up on the scene
'Cause I'm coming from the pits where we really fucking swing
Think I'm nice? Bitch fuck you mean
All my niggas fucking mean, we don't give a fuck about no body Fuck your industry
Meet me inside the white chapel when august burns red
Imma strain you like a [?] leave you with the Chelsea grin
In my head you make no sense, make no dollars make no sense
Most these niggas on the internet just been playing pretend
I think I'm a despise icon think that's why I'm on my grind
Make her twerk that bitch is mine
Got some work best hit my line
You got some work best hit my line, hit my line
You got some work best hit my line