How self destructive can I be
When these actions have longevity
I swear they do
Immortal the more I speak on em
Scarred over
Only takes a scratch to bleed
I got some wounds
Stay making room
Every day I am picking at the proof
Flesh under my [A]nails
Pales in comparison
To what's been staring back at me
Claiming it's the tɾuth
Copying my [A]every move
I don't know what I should do
Never follow a fly who
Who only following fruit
Choking on [C7]my [A]pride
Ima tɾy make ɾoom
Dull blade
Waits for [Dm7]consequence to [C7]cut through
Like pull up
Come thru
Consequence cuts through night
To exist like [F]a light
And die like [F]one
I am burnt
I was [Am7]bright
I'll exist in every square inch
Whatever you'd like [F]
How inorganic can a ɾoot be?
Not natural actually this was [Am7]buried
And then dug up
Still I scurry to [C7]the function [C7]
Vision [C7]murky
Dirty water got [Fm7]me fucked up
Like I'm blunt guts on [C7]the floor of the crib
Sure enough I should clean up a little bit before we dip
But I don't give a shit
I'm in the sauce like [F]a chip
All options get exhausted
When smoke leaving my [A]whip
Recline and [Bm]decline every call [Em]that I get