RIOT ft. Bry Appley Lyrics

When I put my pen to pad, I try not to hesitate to take my passions

Tap into my past and through my transgressions

All the stresses I've been met with as an adolescent molded my emotions

All the friends that turned to foes when I got my camera focused

Knowing that they're hoping I'd fold, but my got my mind in-zone

Holding my own 'till I get to go

If I was original, would that be too typical?

It's almost predictable

We all want the same miracle, hysterical

If I gave them minimal, rhyming symbols into bones

Would that make me transmittable?

Writings on the wall, ain't no surprises

Playing stupid games, win stupid prizes

You got a face no one recognizes

Yeah, you're being way too loud, can you keep quiet?

Thinking these things through, bitch, you should try it

There are just some things that you should keep private

Say you're winning, I know that you're lyin'

Turn this fucking carnival into a riot

Turn this shit into a riot

Now I'm fighting, trying to siphon all the pain into writing

I'm enlightened when I hear my homies rhyming

Now I'm hopping on the track with perfect timing

Bet you run this back and ask for silence

I know what that shit's like, so I keep it lonesome

Got my own back so I can grow some

Split it to the family when I make it

Hopefully you're still here and you ain't faking

If I made this when you were here, it's funny you'd even pay attention

It's funny that your sole intention was to take the back door

It I made this when you were here, it's funny you'd even pay attention

It's funny that your sole intention was to take the back door

I see everything under the couch - In between and on the porch

Screaming making liars crouch, waking all the Lion Scouts

I see everything under the couch - In between and on the porch

Screaming making liars crouch, maybe I should try and trust the doubt

Just the doubt, just the doubt, just the doubt

When you're lying, lying to yourself

(I see everything under the couch - In between and on the porch)

When you're lying...

If I was original, would that be too typical?

It's almost predictable

We all want the same miracle, hysterical

If I gave them minimal, rhyming symbols into bones

Would that make me transmittable?

Writings on the wall, ain't no surprises

Playing stupid games, win stupid prizes

You got a face no one recognizes

Yeah, you're being way too loud, can you keep quiet?

Thinking these things through, bitch, you should try it

There are just some things that you should keep private

Say you're winning, I know that you're lyin'

Turn this fucking carnival into a riot

If I trust the doubt, I must be out

Because I'm flustered now, my gut be loud

I'm fucked up, I can't trust ya

Your lucks up - I'm leavin' now

You screamin? Wow

You cheating, child

I can't believe it, now

My heart wishes I would've listened 'cause you were fictious

Talking about your business, why you so vicious?

Finished & Cold, maybe because you think my value lies in Silver & Gold

If I trust the doubt, I must be out

Because I'm flustered now, my gut be loud

You wanna tell me to run?

But you know I love the feeling and the fun and the hurt

Always building up ships just to watch them all burn

If you want to take a turn, just get in line

Maybe we'll find if I ever let you be Sublime

What I got is a lot of Teen Spirit up in my mind

If I trust the doubt (If I trust the doubt, if I trust the doubt, if I trust the doubt...)