Inhale

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fliptrix] I ain't composing no threat I stare emotionally in check In the mode like I'm Depeche Not in a hole like I'm depressed Takes a toll like souls suppressed Open up the chest like Ghosts out the depths like Smoke from the cess Captivated by the scars in my thought pattern On a path to light darkness where the dawn scavage Raw, savage, hearts torn like divorce in marriage It all shattered like porcelain smashing Skulls thrown around like [?] rugged Fuck it, I'd rather rep the gutter Than some swag that puppets taking selfies like a muppet That's just elegance corrupted Birds-eye view they're just plotting on a turret Thinking that they're bigger it don't figure ca' sussed it Their ego's gone and fucked with their sense of self-awareness Out for self with no sense of how to care cuz It's corrupted find the evidence in public If you care cuz blinded by the truth ca' it would scare us Crush you like a bear hug I bare witness to the tear up it's all turned the shape of a pear cuz Yeah I'm flowing from the mouth and not the tear-ducts Clear cut, dug in like a scalpel on skin I'm seeing motherfuckers stumble with a mouthful of gin Take a few quick swigs and then they're down for the sin [Hook: Fliptrix] Down down down down, yeah Drown 'em within I stay up up up 'cause I'm out for the win All day all night son I'm grinding for this It's HF 'til the death son I'm writing for this We stay down down down, yeah, down for the sin I stay up up up 'cause I'm out for the win All day all night son I'm grinding for this It's HF 'til the death son I'm writing for this [Verse 2: Coops] People can't cope with it fam Constantly sculpting the gram But feeling broken and down deep In the back of their glam This ain't the vision they planned But with decisions they stand Driven that van down the wrong road with the Lizardy man There's weed and xans in their hands Now they're feeling big with the gang Some of them slang heroin grams And biggidy bang Some of them bankery scams Some of them shanking these mans Some of them trying to get the stash So they stamp on these hands Some of them in and out of windows just to survive in this limbo On the UK's Jim Crow, the people getting pimp sold The only soul they know is their insole I'm taking it deep, and I swear it's just the intro I've fallen down this sinkhole I guess I think loads when the ink flows Implode over synth notes and chauvinistic insults Running people in coats, especially ones that win votes It's lies that have been spoke, just mirrors covered in smoke So take it with a pinch of smoke and don't get too engrossed We acting off of impulse a spirit that's been invoked I guess I'm like a gym coach 'cause I just wanna win folks I've been broke, and if you're thinking third eyes I've been woke Can't hid behind a thin cloak, they're slicing at your thin throat So keep your guard up and charge up can't come with dim glows So come get involved and let me show you how this ting goes [Breaks/Scratches]