Third Eye (Explicit)-Messy

歌手 : Messy

专辑 : Look Up! (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:27

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TXT Third Eye (Explicit)-Messy 文本歌词

Do something but you probably

Get the wrong take

Noose on me

Bet you know what it cost me

I got my third eye open

My prediction

You'll be swimming in coffins

You're never gonna

See what's in my pockets

More bodies on

The floor that's a problem

This devilish smile is my calling

'Bout to rein on hell's

Parade the bridge is falling

It's so appalling

That so many people hit the floor

The bodies fillin

Up the drawers man

How do we solve it

We shoot the government

Ship and fly up under 'em

***** your bridal moment

Ain't the reason I'm dyin alone

It's the missile flying

Up over my home

I'm bout to be Dynamo

Cause in the blink of an eye

We'll disappear and divide at the nose

You wanna be living in Wonderland

Wallow in trees and apologies

Never appose

We're lending money over seas

We printing money over trees

The whole departments on it's knees

Not knowing noone owns any parts

Of all these things

We're just existing in an instance

But it's hard when only greed will get you far

In any business

And the difference in the path you take

You're either gonna star

Or be a victim to the starvation

And Superman is just a fiction

For this situation

Do something

But you probably get the wrong take

Noose on me

Bet you know what it cost me

I got my third eye open

My prediction

You'll be swimming in coffins

You're never gonna

See what's in my pockets

More bodies on the floor that's a problem

This devilish smile is my calling

'Bout to rein on hell's parade

The bridge is falling

The streets are paved

With every seasoning of hate

Ayo I need to get away

But something keeps me in my place

Just like the screen before a play

Your team are on at eight

And so to be is what you make

Don't feel like me I could be fake

Identity crisis

In a time

When whores complain about

The ketamine prices

Need a Tylenol

My fever's running wild

Sneakers just to sneak

In at the speed of light

And beat up all

The she-mans burning fetus'

From *********** highs

Dead on every level

Other than physical

Yeah man im *******

Sick of burning out like a typical

Lit candle wick

Sucking terminal cancer sticks

Your vertical leap is more

Overturned when you slippin' into

An immiscible mixture

With flix 'n' ***** in your pictures

You really need to step in the kitchen

And flick them switches

Cause listen

All them dishes transition

And make suspicious decisions

Then you get mixed up with chickens

And stuffed in Mission's Tortilla's

Who am I to say

Got a **** ton of anxiety

I need to hibernate

I'm so wired off the stress

I need my eyes replaced

They're so dilated

Could say they're 'dinner plated'

Cause my future's looking full

And I'm so hungry

That my cooking has me dissipated

Now I'm on a mission to make it

But get your group

Retake the second shoot

Invest your deuce

Protect your two whole cents

But you're sweating

Cause you still don't wanna

Do something

But you probably

Get the wrong take

Noose on me

Bet you know what it cost me

I got my third eye open

My prediction

You'll be swimming in coffins

You're never gonna

See what's in my pockets

More bodies on

The floor that's a problem

This devilish smile is my calling

'Bout to rein on hell's

Parade the bridge is falling