CHARCHOAL

Lyrics

[Verse 1: SCISSORHAND] So fucking paranoid, I sit back wait for my heart to explode Fucking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home I got issues that I'm dealing with, so let me be alone Take a polaroid of all my fears, pin it to my dome Nothing left, drained all the blood that I've bled I'm blind, only colour that I see is red I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed I dine, only thing that I taste is lead Insomnia got me picking at my flesh And my paranoia got me in a fucking mess I'ma let loose in a mess I'ma let loose cuz I feel death prowl I hit up homie like "Yo Biv, let's makе them fucking scream" Scizzy and Mercy thе hardest the underground has seen Shit got me dizzy, get gritty my aura colored green Schoolboy Q in this bitch, banking those collard greens Sick of all of you leeches, scene is in pieces, I gotta fix this shit I am all of your weakness, you are just schemers, you cannot trick me bitch Think that you got potential, driving all of those fucking rentals boy You gotta weak mental, all you trap boys, think you metal [Verse 2: Biv] Wig split, finna put that bitch up on my hit list Dipshit, told me I was nothing so I pissed it Off with my wrist slit, coughin' up my bitch fit Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it Fuck a budget, bitch I'm showing up with something I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh Fuck a budget, bitch I'm showing up with something Why you caught up all the sudden? Fuck, what they sayin, I got times a-wastin' You ain't never save him, boy don't test my patience Only in your statements, who the fuck you playin? How you finna make it? Bitch don't keep me waitin' [Chorus: Biv & SCISSORHAND] Fucked up You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up Fucked up You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up [Verse 3: Biv] Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan Smoke a couple packs and think they livin' off the land Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned, yeah I'm better off workin' nights Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light Then eat a 30 clip and call this shit a life, yeah [Chorus: Biv & SCISSORHAND] Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked- You ain't tryna see me when I'm Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up