Chivalry is dead I kicked the chair
Right out from underneath the noose
I'm falling off and giving into visions like I'm Raoul Duke
A shaky voice leave my ears soaking wet
Tell me what it's like to mop remains of me
Out a rustic pressurized tank
My body fat is seeping out the ceiling
And your clique is lining up to get a slice
Hunched over digging into organs
Here's a lunch menu welcome to the donor gardens
If you want advice I say you take a bite of my flailing frontal lobe
I been tryna get my life together
Listen and they laugh like I'm a court jester
Kick me in the chest then kick me once again while I'm down
Frowning at me while I'm dripping like a deep fryer
I don't owe you shit
All my time get forced a bit
Don't like how you fit
Back pack off my dick
I ain't gonna sugarcoat it
I ain't gonna gloss it over
But the walls I put up are just leaking through the cracks
Peek between them and our eyes finally make contact
Said my peace
Please don't feed your pain to me
Life's a bitch with one speed
On her knees
Tryna make that bitch do as I please
It's so curious indeed
There's so much for you to see
But we burn after we read
So afraid to meet you all and shake your hands
Endless sea of tiny soldiers with a horde of swords
My heart is beating faster than it ever has before
They crawling up my nostril tugging on my vocal cords
Wanting more know they can't be satisfied
Never asked for an opinion, just to fit in
Crowds that never listen, all just fall into addiction
Whether money, power, or prescription
Boy you just a drop inside the mission
Bitch goodbye
Said what I said, never speakin out of spite
I just know the kind I like, it's ight, it's ight
I been tryna get my life together
Listen and they laugh like I'm a court jester
Kick me in the chest then kick me once again while I'm down
Frowning at me while I'm dripping like a deep fryer
I been tryna get my life together
Listen and they laugh like I'm a court jester
Kick me in the chest then kick me once again while I'm down
Frowning at me while I'm dripping like a deep fryer
I leave the stains and the stamp
And riddle with my hands
To give me better chance
To get my family they demands
Was taught to be a man
Was taught to be a-
Brought the money, made it make some cents
Proud as fuck
Gon be proud of us
Fuck who I was
That pussy never fuckin jumped
Fuck who you know
Bitch where you from
Comin for your blood
Grip the nuts, bitch wassup
Yall goin be the first to ride up on my nuts