Noah Marr - Forfeit

Forfeit never knowing where my corpse is
Early morning fiends wanna show up at my doorstep
Storage full of skeletons I crumble by the porcelain
Portion pieced a sadist I wish I could ignore 'em
Enormous
Divorces from what I should do first
Funny one day we all end up in the dirt
So sorry if I hurt you girly I cant make it work
I couldn't make it worse with my foot in my mouth
Down south
Wanna put some hot sauce in ya mouth
Want a lil' baddy to do what I'm about
Wether relax or relapse I'm always on the couch
Talk some self worth do my laundry I'm out ho

What if I never gave a fuck
Like
Why are you people so stuck
And bunk
I'm so caught up in this world wow why
I know that it'll never be enough

My lungs
Could breathe this air that is fresh
But I could burn a cigarette
Out of depth
Get into focus
I'm a hypocrite mess
And I'm living so stressed
I just had dreams of a tech
Sleepless and sleepy in the same breath
Getting older each year time has got me pressed
And I gotta worry 'bout my fam
When will I see them again
Or for the last time
Memory I hope you serve me well
Hope I don't dwell in a space
Or a place where I'm held back
Hope I be myself through the changes Wether by contact
Or a crazy hunch that
Life is a phase
I don't know if this all is a waste

What if I never gave a fuck
Like
Why are you people so stuck
And bunk
I'm so caught up in this world wow why
I know that it'll never be enough

Damn got pulled over Uncle Sam
Thought I could handle him until he turned me in
Now I'm just grateful to write this in
With my own pen fuck 5-0 man
Can you taste that shit
I work 'til I sweat and I ain't done yet
I could build a whole house just to lay in the bed
Still can't escape from the dreams in my head
So I wait til I'm slept
Hansel Gretel dropping crumbs, you think that's a threat
You're equal to that
I'm an apex with my team
We ain't sweet 'bout that
And such I'm too much
Robust with the lungs yes I am tough
Y'alla y'alla y'alla in squalor, collar too tight
Yes I am a human in my right
Coming from the Tennessee reich all night
In the spot where the only thing that makes us different
Is the space we create
Thank god that I ain't been famous
Starting to love my small ass estate
That way it's less at the stakes
Gotta worry 'bout my hands and my apron

Written by:
Noah Marr

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