Oppenheimer Lyrics

I am become death

Im not built the same

Follow me

Simon says

Guilt trips in the rain

Im the only one to blame

Gone if I don't confess

Im staying stone faced

Eyes pried until im laid to rest

Regrets damaging my sleep

Feel like Oppenheimer

Fucked up because I just

Let loose an atomic bomb

Haunts you the more you try

To leave it all behind you

I forgot how much it takes

To admit that i've been wrong

Guilt trip it's a curse

I can taste the success

Push until my ego burst

Only fueling my hunger

Draining me of my thirst

I don't slip Im gonna slide

Tryna straighten out my mind

When my opps go straight to the dirt

Why they so afraid to tell the truth

The world is changing I can see the roots

Fuck the limits I don't need a roof

If the situation calls i'll light the fuse

They calling me the father the creator

Fuck if they aint following the data

Who needs steps I got an escalator

I bet Ill blow like Al Salam Alaykum

Im charged up

It's my nuclear weapon

Im loaded up

Run this shit if im destined

Running around with that same shit that

Change the way that you walk

When im back in your presence

Risks come with deadly consequences

My past got me using all six of my senses

My common sense

Sensing your intensions

Saying grace for my inventions

Oppen

Regrets damaging my sleep

Feel like Oppenheimer

Fucked up cause I just

Let loose an atomic bomb

Haunts you the more you try

To leave it all behind you

I forgot how much it takes

To admit that i've been wrong

Guilt trip it's a curse

I can taste the success

Push until my ego burst

Only fueling my hunger

Draining me of my thirst

I don't slip i'm gonna slide

Tryna straighten out my mind

When my opps go straight to the dirt

Im walking on the sky like Im Anakin

Stiff as a mannequin

Got me losing hope an i'm rambling

Fuck

Deteriorating cause im too sick of panicking

My sanity vanishing

My state is tougher to travel in

Im back here still confessing sins at the Vatican

Gripping a javelin

Tryna blow away the establishment

Fingers to the sky

Acting like Im a fan of him

Either Imma drop the ball or

Drop a bomb like the Taliban

Ill see you in the ends

This will drive me to lose friends

Im already weeding out the snakes in advance

Im oblivious to the events

I know I seem tense

So would you If you could see through my lens

I know its intense felt it in my bones

Should have both hands planted on my throne

With the feeling of regret in my tone

Like they got a bug hidden in my phone

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