Soss - Under My Bed

Under my
Under my bed
I got demons under there and inside of my head
Drowning in my aspirations, I'm just tryna tread
Want my children's children to hear bout' the life I led
Under my
Under my bed
She was getting over me, got under me instead
Always had a knack for contradicting what you said
Should've took the blue cus' now you just be seeing red
Got an angel to my left, got a devil to the right
I really wish that my problems would go away so I could sleep better at night
Always gotta fight or flight
Always gotta go and write
All the shit I gotta say
Get that shit right of my chest and then feel that weight lifted and go bout the rest of my Day
The rest of my day, the rest of my day
I sent a paragraph and all I got back was a "k"
I simply decline to play
That's why I stay far away
Bitch I am not no antipasti I'm a mufuckin' entree
I gotta apologize
I really spoke this shit into existence I looked at you right in the eyes
Told you the things that you wanted to hear but a lot of them turned into lies
And I just gotta realize
That I should not be surprised when this shit ends in some cries
Under my
Under my bed
I got demons under there and inside of my head
Drowning in my aspirations, I'm just tryna tread
Want my children's children to hear bout' the life I led
Under my
Under my bed
She was getting over me, got under me instead
Always had a knack for contradicting what you said
Should've took the blue cus' now you just be seeing red
If you gonna let me down, please do it gently
I gotta forget you now and all the shit you sent me
Yeah you so possessive turns out all you did was rent me
Damn
I'm giving up, I'm going out
Imma go get a bag maybe some clout
Make your ass drown in that one shred of doubt
Still getting wet bitch I thought it's a drought
Switch up my destination and the route
You looking sour salty like a kraut
Now I'm so shush yeah I don't wanna speak
Letting my work do the talking for me
Letting my work do the talking for me, yeah
I might have to run that back
I really used to run that back
Two hands on her waist
Shotgun pump that back
She got a dump truck like mack
Yeah pretty face short lil stack
You throw that shit down low
Imma go slam dunk like Shaq
Under my
Under my bed
I got demons under there and inside of my head
Drowning in my aspirations, I'm just tryna tread
Want my children's children to hear bout' the life I led
Under my
Under my bed
She was getting over me, got under me instead
Always had a knack for contradicting what you said
Should've took the blue cus' now you just be seeing red

Written by:
Ross Miller

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