Countdown ft. Jorge Allen Lyrics

Time itself is a ticking bomb

That were tippin' off

My mind has been deserted

And hung dry

No use for the balm

Now I see what you on

Want everything till its gone

I feel the spirals

Love isn't moving like tidals

Lost my title

Had me walking on tight ropes

In front of rivals

I was still falling through the floor even with Dr. Scholls

My truth was written in blood

Which was unfolded from the scroll

Took a toll

On my soul

Left a hole in my chest

Felt the last words in my breath

Close your eyes let it rest

Suppose to lie

Left the guest in the room

Till you meet your doom

Don't give a fuck about how you do

Til my feet inside the tomb

Now I see what you on

(On)

Sticks and stones could never break your soul

How to break the soul of the soulless

Sold their soul till they own us

How they control us, you got the solution you say

Power to the people, revolution to problem solve

What happens when the powerful shut the power off

You let a city go a whole week with no utilities

Considering your ability, inactivity riddles me

What do you have to say for yourself, oh save yourself

What the fuck do you think is gone happen when the checks stop coming in?

Like the people are just gone fall in line like they have been?

What's happening a storm is coming and y'all unprepared

Blood is spilling and the people are coming for your head

Don't t trifle with the masses

Chocolate and molasses and ice cream while the people starving

It's too late for a pardon

The people want you dead

There's nothing stopping the reds

Let them eat ice cream she said