Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Caught up in disaster shit
Caught up in catastrophe
I thought I'd come to see fall
But autumn had already died
I aint great but gettin better
So they cant say that i aint never tried
Freudian Slip
Drama inside my zip
I done been through so much shit
You could call me a sewer
Maneuver through all the manure
An i aint really here just to prove it, yea
I don't want to be immortal
I jus wanna be normal
Henny inside of my torso
Wish I could keep the advice I been giving out as my own
Keep everything that I know
Lease everything that I had sold
Paint it in gold
Close to my soul
Get it and go, get it and go
Time gets old but it never gets deeper
I'm in the middle of the civic fiddling the aux chord
Member banging on the heater cuz I really got bored
Now im caught up in my thoughts
Wishing I could talk more
Ain't you the same niggas starting revolutions
Sme that been screaming out fuck these institutions
Heres a little bit about what i been doing;
Burning this resin till yall find the solution
Disasters an elevator balancing logic n with a beat
I'ma master of procrastinator
At practicing
What I preach
Faster communicator baby
Fast like a navigator baby
Pull out the activator baby!
Or let that mother fucker burn
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Caught up in disaster shit
Caught up in catastrophe
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Nihilist Cartcism, We some massochists
Caught up in disaster shit
Caught up in catastrophe
They say heavens for the heathens
But I cant save you a soul
I can show you the way
But I cant build you a road
I been waiting[wading] in the water
For a way to wash the pain
I be watching hella flicks
As a way to wash (Watch) the pain
I could wash away my sins
And I would 'prolly be the same
I could wash away my sins
And I would 'prolly be the same
Who dat knockin at my front door
Need some indo rolled up with the fronto
You don't wanna see us at ya car window
On the wrong end of war
Like ya car-wins-low
Good lord, good law
Everybody knows a little something but nutting
Everybody got two cents in discussions
But don't pay not mind to some shit with substance
They ain't paying for nothing
They 'prolly just frontin
I'm 'prolly just front
I'm all in my mental tryna find a few pictures
I'm all in my temple tryna scribe a few scriptures
So dance on my casket, if they catch me slipping
Just don't even ask if they matching my vision like
I never been the one to follow somebody
I never been the one to follow somebody
I'll lead the way
I never been the one to follow somebody
I never been the one to follow somebody
I'll lead the way
I never been the one to follow somebody
I never been the one to follow somebody
I'll lead the way
I never been the one to follow somebody
I never been the one to follow somebody
I'll lead the way