Discidium ft. Zyrom & MCH6 Lyrics

I think we went too far

And I can't fucking cope

Drank so much that I couldn't get up from the floor

The benefits are far too rare

Yeah bitch I am so aware

I'm currently shedding my flesh

To keep it busy I refresh

Demons talking in my brain

A dialect I can't explain

Feelings always out of place

Cooped up, yeah I'm out of space

Everybody wants me to be replaced

Like that one guy that I defaced

That piece of shit was just a waste

Yeah, I know

I'm well aware

These bitches can talk but I won't care

Always trynna fucking compare

I'm in real need of fresh air

Yeah, I know

I'm well aware

These bitches can talk but I won't care

Always trynna fucking compare

I'm in real need of fresh air

Yeah, I know

I'm well aware

These bitches can talk but I won't care

Always trynna fucking compare

I'm in real need of fresh air

Yeah, I know

I'm well aware

These bitches can talk but I won't care

Always trynna fucking compare

I'm in real need of fresh air

Wassup with them muhfuckin stats

Who cares what the bitches gon chat

Who cares, we're not on their map

Drinking too much yes, I'm boutta relapse

Demons in my head all they do is interact

Fuck that having beforehand

Boutta cut that shit

Boutta cut that lock

Killing the microphone

Better drop, better drop alone

So sorry, but I can't condone the countdown, but it's still on my phone

Fuck this place I don't belong to

How disown?

I'm unknown

Fuck these feelings yeah, fuck this show

24/7, 20 4 The love

24/7, 20 My plus

24/7, Bullets to my head