Hell Feels

Lyrics

Youngun got his innards bent Not where all that [?] the internet Where creature can commit again, then begin to win a thin Patina up that skeleton and well it in Like water fresh at tissue rot And problem get where issue got When little things and [?] Depression can connect the dots Or be it incorrect and not You did or you didn't let go You were in little control Hundred and running to someone All the sheep that escape and get ate Someone barely unsafe with a satisfied look on they face Like a woman still providing for [?] since the dawn of all civilized life Die like a beast and [?] the desert forever [?] [?] I'm in a good [?] Here's a list of what I shouldn't and should say Give up or [?] I'm living [?] [?] the victims I never had Being the bastard that I am and (hell is what it feels like) I'm living [?] [?] the victims I never had With alabaster as mom and dad and (hell is what it feels like) Dollar short, a day late, fuck it I'ma [?] [?] a rope all by my lonesome Happy on the dock, dwell on every kind of rock There's a guard dog in your living, it attacks you with a claw She a cutter, he a beggar, you will wreck up in some Oakland sun Or suffer at its centre somewhere safe in overcoping Slide the lever arm [?] back, your star out of its box Dust it off and get that leather strap they use for yoking ox [?] how I weep and bite the bridle while the beauty tickle [?] or I don't got a bone I'm so not in the "get" mindset and precious stone mine of my breakroom grave All trapped, no gate (All that I have got, work that [?]) You worked out why you get because When nothing is the answer was Bitches is as bitches does Give that hater what it love The fuck do you want me to say [?] to stay Get in the pit or get out the way Busy and daily [is every day] Get confused, get in line, get a booth full of wine And lose himself, exploring the allure of poor health Because when nothing is, the answer was Bitches is as bitches does Give that hater what it... Holler at me, said [?] It's fucked up when people walk up and thank a local cop I can't pick a lock, but I can make a rapper stop Acting larger than life, but that beside the point, like My hood being gentrified, I guess I'd like to decide to die No matter what sick I get Sold after sucking a lifetime of boss dick Didn't blink when I saw shit I remember like September, whatever Not to get [?] Enjoy the poorly painted parts of any beautiful picture Death is a fixture And friendship shot out to the [?] Pay the man, he [sighs over?] himself He got very little control in the palm of his hand He got sold, he got sold So let today go Do what it may Let it settle, let it settle [?]