SURVIVOR’S REMORSE

Lyrics

[Intro] Baby (AMERIKA'S NEXT TOP PARTY-PARTY-PARTY-PARTY) Baby [Verse 1: SWIM] Another question from my therapist "Are you good?" I told her, "Yeah", she said, "Hilarious" I blew a tire on the road to riches I desire Tried to be so fire, almost pulled a Richard Pryor Nothin' inside, I still provided Met demise, looked in her eyes and still survived it Niggas count them out, but I wouldn't advise it If I struggle movin' a mountain, I'll have to climb it It's nothin' to me, second nature like the birds and the bees Put a bomb in all the backs of niggas frontin' on me Sleepin' on me like my greatnеss isn't something to see I got the shit to shake up, my nigga, timе to wake up [Pre-Chorus: SWIM] We ain't the same, more money in, new phonics This ain't the same game no more, but I'ma run it [Chorus: Jadagrace & SWIM] (I've been waiting 'round so long now) To break your spirit, to live, to kill your pride (I've been waiting 'round so long now) Don't turn irrational, just fall in line (I've been waiting 'round so long now) To break your spirit, to live, to kill your pride (I've been waiting 'round so long now) Don't turn irrational, just fall in line (Boom) [Verse 2: SWIM] Huh, I just don't have the time for saving face Shout-out to Jada, she my saving grace We took a burnt-down home, fixed it up and then we made it safe I learned you gotta fix the bones, you can't just switch the pain I learned a house is not a home if you ain't stayin' close And skeletons don't go in closets, that's for hanging coats Just know together we'll weather whatever Keep a pistol in the safe and a shovel in case it ever snows [Chorus: Jadagrace & SWIM] To break your spirit, to live, to kill your pride (I've been waiting 'round so long now) Don't turn irrational, just fall in line (I've been waiting 'round so long now) (I've been waiting 'round so long now) So long, so long No-no-now you just have to fall in line Ah (Boom) [Outro: Jadagrace & SWIM] I hit the noise cancellation when you start to doubt me Feeling like the angels over me forgot about me Desperate measures put the pressure on my vertebrae (Aah) Need a medic for the toxins in my airway My heart is spiral, my head in my hands My knees on the floor, my friends turn to foe I watch them all go, in weal and in woe, I know Fifty-two weeks, I was six feet deep Stories I confess under fresh concrete Can't see a thing, so it can't see me Self-grave digger, painkiller technique