Rotten Lyrics

Yeah, everything is rotten round me

Always disappointed, yeah, it's getting ugly

Loneliness surrounding, no one's ever sorry

Calling me a strange bitch, you don't know me

Fuckem fake homies making me escape potions

Over and over till I can't focus

Blaming everyone I'm done final notice

Too much fire power, my body burn mostly

Most of y'all don't listen closely

For sure we get claustrophobic

Like we cooped up, being fed stories

Like we schooling kids approved pornography

Young love used to blind your clarity

They're selling fake chastity don't play chess with me

I'm an entity, I'm intensity I'm depressed and ill ready to die or kill

Madness makes you real, madness makes you real

I said, everything is rotten round me

My body, my people, we're passed the point of starving

Eating on our brains like obsessed zombies

Let me rest my head in this blank coffin

It's better this way nobody ever got it

Is it too late, am I a fake prophet?

Something went wrong and I just kept falling

Can't really explain the drugs, the feeling, the pain, I mean

I'm alive, I'm a lie, R.I.P. I'm a fraud, yeah, I tried, hit the grind

I was young, now I'm old, I don't mind being homeless

There's always a choice, looked for the real shit to build with a mosh pit on God

Too many people are not heard and I'm not scared

So I must say that it's not fair

How we taking care of each other when we need some help

No recovery to darker scenes, not making sense

Hospitalization, don't call it a nation

Still chasing to fuck with the weak

My heart black hole sun, done kissing them frogs

If you're not me, you're lucky, fuck my devotion

I'm struggling for nothing, buried my soul, metamorphosis

Ugly, am I nothing or all, what's the difference? I don't know

I'm alive, I'm a lie, R.I.P. I'm a fraud, yeah, I tried, hit the grind

I was young, now I'm old, I don't mind being homeless

There's always a choice, looked for the real shit to build with a mosh pit on God

I'm alive, I'm a lie, R.I.P. I'm a fraud, yeah, I tried, hit the grind

I was young, now I'm old, I don't mind being homeless

There's always a choice, looked for the real shit to build with a mosh pit on God