Bodies ft. Flat Line Lyrics

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my bed

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my

I'm seeing them bodies

Safety ting no johnnies

No lack the pack then that get goonies

Checking in these lobbies

Lost a couple lay down poppies

Love my brothers we stay squaddy

I'll never catch a body

Unless man are moving soggy

Big backs

Count the stacks

Making racks

Flinging Packs

Bun the Tax

Attempt attacks

HalfTraxz up on your back

I'll make smoke

Give you a toke

Make her choke

When I lay down poke

Super soak

Like I'm up on a boat

So wet I swear I'll float

I've been moving hell of a mad

Shelling shit like Baghdad

Iraq a line 'n' serve that

I got a fine I swerve that

Said she was fine curve that

I'm a nice guy not a perve twat

I said you were fine I'd wine n dine

Every time unearth that

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my bed

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my

Witching hour 3am up I'm watching GGN

Cant eat cant sleep i think too much now I cant even see my friends

Anxiety is peak my friend why do I feel shallow in the deepest end

I don't wanna open up cos it feels like a burden speaking to them

Weed let it vent coz i cant

I get defensive I throw arms

I feel the tension in my palms

Needless to mention i got qualms

It would help if I knew what they are

Every new year new bits new yard

Every 2 years new bitch new garms

And a new job then it restarts

First sign of madness speak to myself but in my own language

I just deal with the cards I'm handed no arrangements I don't do planning

I don't think you understand it

For my son I would make move planets

These are the conversations I have when alone and I'm feeling manic dammit

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my bed

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my bed

I'm having conversations with myself inside my head

Feelings of injustice turn to grey they turn to red

Every time I go outside I'm getting kind of scared

Bodies on the floor I'm seeing bodies in my