Death

(альбом: 9tailed - 2017)

I'm forming and I can't turn back

This is what I feel (aye)
This is what I am (whoa)
Holding up my pipes so I don't feel like
This again (what)

This is what I feel (yuh)
This is what I am (aye)
Holding up my pipes so I don't feel like
This again
(Aye, yuh)

Death's scary, do you ever really think about it?
Gone forever, not a thing that you can do about it
I was happy, just from thought about it now
I'm grounded
I was living, now I'm frozen and my mind
Is crowded
I forgot about it, I'm so prone to break through

Can't turn back

Who spank in the back room?
Hold, choke, pull in like a vacuum
No reach, found a beat on YouTube
But I'm steady making music like I'm paid to

God this beat, the shit that they buy, yuh
I'll type these words till I die
I don't want fame I'm too shy
But if I blow up, I don't mind

Never wanted, turned my face to get a better slumber
So much younger than my brother, I'm a mistake
I could linger on but it makes the walls shake
And I quake in my boots when I crunch the numbers
Or even when I think about the thought of feeling leaving
Just the thought to feel enough then got me fucking screaming
I'm just praying that there's something up there after being
Hopefully, I make it and converted all my demons