
Feed my being ft. torchinorfanij. Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I'm never alone
I fuck em one time and they never go home
Don't think that I'll ever be okay no more
I told her not to go
But she ain't got no soul
I'm never letting go, my heart is all you'll ever know
With my toaster in the bath
So I can laugh at all the sappy crap she never texted back
Do you ever think back
And pick up all the glass
Like if maybe I didn't do it, it coulda last
If I blow my brains out, will I get better fast
I really wanna be better
But healing takes forever
Sometimes something takes over me
Grab this pen and it takes all of me
This world is so fake
So I just wake and bake
The clock ticks time away
As I sit in my pain
Tryna write a deep song and what happens?
The drink that I just poured spilled all over my mattress
Love
Reminds me of a stretched out sea
Some waves are crashing in between
Some waves roll over easily
But overall I chose to be at sea
And there's a beauty to that decision
I might just never visit this sea again
But I'm glad I went
Digress, your highness
So I can sit in Pinecrest
With your fine ass
And I can only wish you the best
No sorry regret
I'm so unhappy with this world
So I'm gonna sing
I'm not gonna sing and rap about my misery
So you can sit in between
And my poetry's the only thing that feeds my being
Feed my soul with memories and candid thoughts
Cloudy days and anecdotes
Jotted notes and acid blocks
Standing off the edge of recollection
Equal space in all direction
Write it down and press it
Now you got a pill and you can test it
Triple stacked, teardrop ingested
Feel the heart beat through the chest
It's more than a high you should've checked with
The proper dosage, I should've said it
You took too much man, you took too much man
I must've must had a rush to bust the acid
And it in your arms, so familiar but wrong
Tired of this dance and this song
These bracelets that don't come off
Sticky floors and cheap lights
Butterflies turn to rot inside
The stomach lining, your highness
I saw myself in the reflection of the diamond
The crown, I didn't kneel, I was beat down
So I found a beat and put the ink down
Poetry, the only thing holding me
Within the margins of the paper, knowing me
Knowing me, I'm probably gonna end up
With another broken verse
Bare bones mended back into a haiku
The gifted curse, I've been throwing up
My thoughts onto a pad and bombing cursive
Empty the stomach of the past
Feed it a wordsmith
Open third eye, You'll see
Torch/mct perpetually
Feeding the being