SAND IN IT'S MOUTH - compile IX (feat. Edick Shaner)

Scit scat scullaby
Revisiting how I been living and I just wanna cry
Love, that was what's up
What an alibi
Recently living in sickening times, didn't know why
Piece of me hidden in hitting shrines, even my mind lie
Piece of me living in the ink in the lines like
Bruh, it was not much
But now I wanna die

Say I do not have a vision, that is where we fission
Feeling mighty highs but inside I'm still a chicken
I was pretty high but I stepped back, chicken
I been getting high all alongside visions
I was pretty high but I stepped back, chicken (you shoulda step forward, you shoulda step forward)
No one would cry for sure
You're but a crying whore
You got power in words
Words that weigh like a horse
How could you do that shit
Do you feel no remorse

Scit scat scullaby
I cannot do what I'm needing, so I regress in my mind
It ain't super different, that is where I fit in all the time
Scit scat scullaby
Making words up
Cuz it worsen when I'm in reality
fatality gets so vivid
That is just my mentality
And that's how my mental be running me towards
Life's a fortune I just cannot afford
I'm in debt, owe a soul to the lord
Lemme fill the gap, I just need a sword
It's real, I could've sworn
I could've sworn, I could've sworn
I could've sworn, I could've sworn
Sworn, I could've sworn, I could've sworn
I could've sworn, I could've sworn

Written by:
Edick Shaner

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