Mynus_grey - Dead Gods

When I hate the way I think, I remember this shit is self-taught
Truth bombs dropping on my trenches got me shell shocked
I'm loose, feel my legs rock
To the rhythm of the dead gods
Who's heart drum beat so loud that it could make hell stop
Good weed has got my eyes bloodshot
I'm sorry mom, I know you hate my ugly songs include drug talk
My brain feels clogged like a blood clot
Friends all think they gangstas 'cause they bought the same clothes that the thugs bought
Generic screaming "fuck tryna be uncommon"
A jail cell is better than a promise 'cause a man sells his duty for a profit
The scales tipping weighing up my conscious
Got lost tripping, staring at mirages
These bars flipping over made me nauseous
I'm just a prophet who had the world up in his hand before he lost it
So watch him scramble to find his balance
Bad mistakes beget bad habits
And straight madness took over for his mind in his absence
When the angels come to earth you'll see
My brain is cluttered, too much circuitry and wires
I apologize, I'm just lying as a courtesy
Sunset skies conspire turning burgundy
So play this a bit higher than my death bed when they murder me
When I hate the way I think, I remember this shit is self-taught
Truth bombs dropping on my trenches got me shell shocked
I'm loose, feel my legs rock
To the rhythm of the dead gods
Who's hearts drum beat so loud that it could make hell stop

Written by:
Jack McCarthy

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