Faceless ft. Kulent Beats Lyrics

Life is a fight to try to gain the upper hand

These labels are given and certain words are forbidden

You know it's all a fucking scam So why should I make it easier for others

To try to understand

Pushing the agenda of another's plan

Listen, you don't need a movement just to see the needle moving

Sometimes, you need to look inside yourself and say that you need improvement

It's called the illusion if you needing a blueprint

Just to be a decent human, And there it is, the narrative

It's one-sided, and you's a heretic With barbaric thoughts just because you stared

At a pair of tits, You want to talk how fair it is

Then we can chop it up, and I'm a Rick Flair a bitch

I wasn't talking females Matter of fact, skip all the details

And I ain't got time to be basic, And I ain't got rhymes to be wasted

I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist

And no, I ain't got time to be basic (do you), and I ain't got rhymes to be wasted

(For what)

I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist

Makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to be faceless

It makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to stay faceless

Nothing but the basics Why we stay faceless

Nothing but the basics That's why I am faceless

They changed your psychology and made you question biology

That type of ideology is like trying to find a flea inside a ki

Good luck with that odyssey, only the odd can see

Oh wait, that reminded me, don't forget to like and follow me

The dopamine inside the likes starts to swallow me

It makes it hard to acknowledge the hypocrisy in everyone's philosophy

The monopoly of monotony is kept under a lock and key

It got me with two fingers up, you either Mocking Jay or mocking me

I'm as complex as a chopped cheese from Ocky be

I'm high as Apollo, but you'd rather me wear Rocky be

In dirty sweats, closed doors, pounding meat

I'd rather get lost than nouns or words that resound in me and everything, everywhere, found in me

And I ain't got time to be basic, And I ain't got rhymes to be wasted

I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist

And no, I ain't got time to be basic (do you), and I ain't got rhymes to be wasted

(For what)

I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist

Makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to be faceless

It makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to stay faceless

Nothing but the basics Why we stay faceless

Nothing but the basics That's why I am faceless