TRP - Torchlight Creeping
Spittin' this venom,I'm not gonna let him take anything from me No more, I can't let up
I'm broken, so fed up, no score has been Settled my mental's at war, with my foot on The pedal
Speedometer spinnin', no cap, I can't let up
My head in the clouds, cuz the ground is too Brittle, I walk with a purpose to crown my Defender, that's me and myself, I will
Never surrender, may never get better
I don't Give a fuck, cause my mind is invented, An awful dimension, my anger's ascending,
My soul is incentive, to go be relentless,
And take back what's mine for the final Convention
I'm sick in the head, this infection injected
Me with these demons, I'm fightin', believin' These dreams that I have just may lead me
To freedom, so if I take action, I'm not gonna Leave him, no room for subtracting,
What's Gone was misleaded,
Deceived I proceeded to fuck up the scene, Tryna treat it, I mean
It was me, I've been meaning to clean it up, Fuck it, it's cold in my season,
I'm freezing up, blasting off, feel like I had Enough
Trauma and problems to
Kill you off, bag you up, shoot at you, stab you Up ,
Unleash my demons and take it and wrap it up, Pack it up,
Back to the fact that I'm trapped in this Darkness, heartless, hunger for vengeance, Mentioned
Don't wanna rot away, plotting the ending, Stuck as I am with this fucking obsession
Bitch I'm the king, I'ma teach you a lesson,
King, cold, fuck is these suckers thinking
My hydraulic flow is constant elevating, Constant demonstrating, how I'm suffocating, How I'm
Obligated, to the conversation, to the Domination, of the man that I hate, it's my Occupation
No one else could relate, feel my time was Taken, now I dream while I wake, got a bond
With hatred, I've abominated, what is not Adjacent, to my sons, everyone is just out
Of placement, I'ma hunt, I'ma stunt till it's Time to go,
I'ma chop at the neck
Then it's adios, culo pero tu sabes, I am the Boss, when it comes to this shit, I won't
Take a loss, I be throwing a fit, you gon' pay the Cost, that I set with regrets, I'ma
Come for your neck, bitch I don't give a fuck, We can fight to the death, for the shit that
Was lost, never making amends, you heard, Stop playing with your motherfucking son
We out here 24, 7, 7 days a week, doing the Shit that you ain't, bitch, suck my dick
Written by:
T P
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