everybody dies Lyrics

People act tough when the gun on

I don't act tough bruh my mind gone

Everybody dies everybody dies

Everybody dies everybody dies

People act tough when the gun on

I don't act tough bruh my mind gone

Everybody dies everybody dies

Everybody dies everybody dies

I heard the demons at her front door

They want more

Said they gonna take the kids souls

It's not hard

Generations with the same bars, I'm like dawg turn my trauma into new art

Like nuance

Slightly different conversion cause baphomets making muppets

They think retailing my soul gon' bring money, peace, never trust it

Cause what the kids never know remote we controlled Luci love it

And while I'm drowning from spirits they'll keep me secret to public, uh

God thinks America's sin why we never put in with the book of His Word

Observe I'm hurt

My indigenous burnt from the settlement

Turn't from embarrassment

Hurt I'm

Hurt I'm

Hurt from reality, stressed state that's engraved

Family gon' be proud of me one day, it's all fake

Jezebel been watching me curse her in God's name

Living out my odyssey, Christ made my tongue say

Fear The Lord thy God

Sanity been robbed

Simulate my art

I'll just play my part

Think my life ain't real

And these vices kill

When the prices deal

Causing crisis

People act tough when the gun on

I don't act tough bruh my mind gone

Everybody dies everybody dies

Everybody dies everybody dies

People act tough when the gun on

I don't act tough bruh my mind gone

Everybody dies everybody dies

Everybody dies everybody dies

You can't tell me that Christ ain't real

Antichrist kills and deals the crisis being fulfilled and reeled

Telling me my vices ill

With eels I'll shock everybody spliced with fields of shields

The guilt, the guild

The fake, the real

I can hear white lies with the ink they spill

I can hear white lies from the channel still

I'll never take my life cause the struggles real

I struggle still

They wanna throw shade and yield

Ya'll playing still or playing hot potato in hell

I'm never gon' tell

I'm tired of writing lyrics in braille

They never gon' feel, the blind never chosen for real

I'm on conscious on conscious these lyrics I'm saying

Bruh what you mean I ain't Cole?

I'm replacing the sound of the youth and the new generation

Take out my enemies starting with Satan