ØPUS FOR SEŁF DESTRŪCTION Lyrics

Sick to my stomach

Weather I spit or I piss or I vomit

I can't resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems

Honest, unfit for their comments

Conjure some shit that I've pondered

Pompous Ass bitch, I can't bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor

I was dismissed in your squalor

I've been a sinner since singular digits

Everything I said that I would do, I did it

Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot

Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here's a skillet

I don't wanna hear another peep from you bitches

Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail

Running this clockwork until my feet fail

Peak 'till my face more pale than ski trails

Sick of them all overlooking me

Spit a raw flow, but I'm still overcooking beats

Bitch, I cut flows like it's butcher meat

Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet

Spit it, I live it

Now, can you hoes dig it? I'm Booker T

Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips

Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus

I don't feel like myself

I can't deal with myself

As a matter of fact

Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell

Peel off the layers I've held

Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell

I don't feel like myself

I can't deal with myself

As a matter of fact

Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell

Peel off the layers I've held

Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell

Been a minute, I've been slipping

Time has delayed

Thoughts spin a hundred miles a minute, I've been away

With this grim unfiltered thinking

All the time that I wasted

Life isn't kind, but this ain't time for complaining

Living for a remedy, inclined to be faded

All you motherfuckers are inclined to say fake shit

Face it, favoring my favorite ways to fade away

I stray away

Pretending that you're happy, that's your favorite game

I may refrain the basic courtesy to fucking play your game and paying with uncertainty

I paved this to reserve my grief

I made this confer my dreams I gave in the form of flames and my urgency

Heard you speak and now I'm currently quite sure I don't prefer to greet you with any more time

Let alone, eternity

Left alone, refer to peaks of the past, I'm quite earnestly on a path to burn these dreams

And let my fucking worries bleed

I don't feel like myself

I can't deal with myself

As a matter of fact

Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell

Peel off the layers I've held

Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell

I don't feel like myself

I can't deal with myself

As a matter of fact

Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell

Peel off the layers I've held

Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell