I DieGress Lyrics

Living on the fringe of cringe that I ingest

Taking in the sun with gin till I'm a mess

Tanned with the tinge of burnt orange

Singed on the back of my neck, we grin

While we swim in sin, not knowing what motivates

The shit that we're in, but I digress

Starving to reflect and compress

Beginning to sift with the shit digest

Like a compost bin I guess

My ego and me walking down this road that we're in

Oh yes, 2 a breast

I am blessed with the defects

Living is to suppress out the chest in a mess of messages

Bombarded from above, YES

Tubbz you seem real stressed

And we share the same head

But we're not there yet

Miles to go can't rest

I think we're lost out there

In the desert of nightmares

Where the fuck do we go next, uh

Thoughts fading in the shades

Made in the grave

I'm not impressed

Like a raided treasure chest,

I'm investing my time instead

I'm not wasting energy when I'm on empty

Fucking rage suppressed

I could not care less when I hear the echoes in my room, room

Bouncing out like boom, boom

Vibrating this cocoon, unlocking this tomb

Evolving from this shit when I make tunes in the gloom

Boarded up in my room

I assume that dying right now

Would be just too motherfucking soon

I do not know what I'm thinking

When I'm putting ink, on a flow

Though when I'm tired and I'm sinking

Sinking back on the beat like a yo-yo

Feeling shit majestically

When I sip, never slipping

Illing shit when I spit

Keeping cool I admit

Keeping fit when I'm doing this shit religiously

Gliding past shit just gracefully

Like I'm on an ice skating rink

Spitting cold flows

make your balls old and shrink

I do not know what I'm thinking

I do not think when I'm drinking

I do not see when I'm blinking

Lights are bright and now I'm squinting

Gonna walk for now, I'm sprinting

Bustin' out my leg, trippin up instead

Bustin' out my head, waitin' till I get fed

And now I'm feeding on this old road, though

Taking the time to eat it slow, bro

Everybody knows hoe, gotta go with the flow, pro

And reset the show

when you got the seeds to sow

Before you watch the motherfuckers fucking grow, whoa

But I digress

Living on the fringe of cringe that I ingest

Taking in the sun with gin till I'm a mess

Tanned with the tinge of burnt orange

Singed on the back of my neck, we grin

While we swim in sin, not knowing what motivates

The shit that we're in, but I digress