Writing on the Walls
Walking down the hall broken glass send my
Contemplating certain things
I don't even wanna speak
In the dark now watch me sneak
I'm the dark now watch me creep
See these people talk about the world
But whats it mean to me
I've seen writing on the walls
Can you read be'ween the lines
All these people looking lost
If you seek then you shall find
Put my feet above recline
I got nothing left but time
I got nothin but my life
S I can't be scared to die
I got nothing left inside
If you think that I'm a lie
You can try to fucking test me bitch
I wanao see you try
Ace that shit no double check
Dotting T's and crossing
I don't got nothing to hide
Think I might be out my mind
Get up out the way
When I step up on the scene
'Cause I'm coming from the pit's
Where we really fucking swing
Think I'm nice? Bitch fuck you mean
All my niggas fucking mean
We don't give a fuck about
No body Fuck your industry
Meet me inside the white chapel
When august burns red
Imma strain you like a leave
You with the Chelsea grin
In my head you make no sense
Make no dollars make no sense
Most these niggas on the internet
Just been playing pretend
I think I'm a despise icon think
That's why I'm on my grind
Make her twerk that bitch is mine
Got some work best hit my line
You got some work best hit my line
Hit my line
You got some work best hit my line