CHARCHOAL ft. SCISSORHAND Lyrics

So fucking paranoid I sit back wait for my heart to explode

Fucking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home

I got issues that I'm dealing with so let me be alone

Take a polaroid of all my fears pin it to my dome

Nothing left

Drained all the blood that I've bled

I'm blind

Only colour that I see is red

I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed

I dine

Only thing that I taste is led

Insomnia got me picking at my flesh

And my paranoia got me in a fucking mess

Ima

Let loose

In a mess

Ima

Let loose cuz I feel death prowl

I hit up homie like yo biv let's make them fucking scream

Scizzy and mercy the hardest the underground has seen

Shit got me dizzy get gritty my aura coloured green

Schoolboy Q in this bitch banking those collard greens

Sick of all of you leeches

Scene is in pieces

I gotta fix this shit

I am all of your weakness

You are just schemas

You cannot trick me bitch

Think that you got potential driving all of those fucking rentals boy

You gotta weak mental all you trap boys

Think you metal

Wig split

Finna put that bitch up on my hit list

Dip shit, told me I was nothing so I pissed it

Off with my wrist slit, coughin up my bitch fit

Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it

Fuck a budget

Bitch I'm showing up with something

I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh

Fuck a budget

Bitch I'm showing up with something

Why you caught up all the sudden?

Fuck, what they sayin

I got times a wastin

You ain't never save him

Boy don't test my patience

Only in your statements

Who the fuck you playin?

How you finna make it?

Bitch don't keep me waitin

Fucked up

You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up

Fucked up

You ain't tryna see me when I'm fucked up

Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can

Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan

Smoke a couple packs and think they livin off the land

Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned

I'm better off workin nights

Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes

Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light

Then eat a 30 clip and call this shit a life

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked

You ain't tryna see me when I'm

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up

Fucked up

Fucked up, Fucked up