Matt Parker - Reaper

GRIM
GRIM

I think he's at my mofucking door
He's trying to take my mofucking soul
But I dont give, no, no, no
Reap what I sew
Reef reef what he sold
I think he's at my mofucking door
He's trying to take my mofucking soul
But I dont give, no, no, no
Reap what I sew
Reef reef what he sold

This brickwall of noise, background for my voice
If you bring your crew around i might smash your bois
These pills aint working
Feel like nothing is certain
Where the fuck you ever been before
Where the fuck was you when i was driving home
Too stoned to see the road
Yellow or white, i dont know
This is how it feels when nothing is real
This is how it feels man
This is how it feels
So i made it on my own
Turned my noose to a throne
Been depressed, all alone
Thoughts of suicide was all I know
Still conquer my lows and put my feelings in a loan
Subsidize it for these hoes
So they begin to lose interest
Always ruin good things
I feel like a mistress
Still feel like I'm gifted
I'm off of my third hit
Of love and loneliness
Everything else just feels so plastic,
You might call that tragic
I might take half a tab of acid
And play in traffic
See the light in my atlas
Then bounce back like elastic

I think he's at my mofucking door
He's trying to take my mofucking soul
But I dont give, no, no, no
Reap what I sew
Reef reef what he sold
I think he's at my mofucking door
He's trying to take my mofucking soul
But I dont give, no, no, no
Reap what I sew
Reef reef what he sold

I been thinking bout putting my head through the dash
I hope im famous before i pass
So i can give my autopsy an autograph
Still stuck in the past
Feels like nothing's been right in a minute
I'll tell it all, progress don't come without a few flaws
Who i am is in the pieces of a jigsaw
If you wanna get to know me gotta ask someone else
I got too much of a tell to fucking raise hell
Hope they see it in my bloodcells
And find my identity crisis is more than a tall tale

I think he's at my mofucking door
He's trying to take my mofucking soul
But I dont give, no, no, no
Reap what I sew
Reef reef what he sold
I think he's at my mofucking door
He's trying to take my mofucking soul
But I dont give, no, no, no
Reap what I sew
Reef reef what he sold

Written by:
Carter Mason

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