SURVIVOR’S REMORSE

[Intro]
Baby
(AMERIKA'S NEXT TOP PARTY-PARTY-PARTY-PARTY)
Baby

[Verse 1: SWIM]
Another question from my therapist
"Are you good?" I told her, "Yeah", she said, "Hilarious"
I blew a tire on the road to riches I desire
Tried to be so fire, almost pulled a Richard Pryor
Nothin' inside, I still provided
Met demise, looked in her eyes and still survived it
Niggas count them out, but I wouldn't advise it
If I struggle movin' a mountain, I'll have to climb it
It's nothin' to me, second nature like the birds and the bees
Put a bomb in all the backs of niggas frontin' on me
Sleepin' on me like my greatness isn't something to see
I got the shit to shake up, my nigga, time to wake up

[Pre-Chorus: SWIM]
We ain't the same, more money in, new phonics
This ain't the same game no more, but I'ma run it

[Chorus: Jadagrace & SWIM]
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
To break your spirit, to live, to kill your pride
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
Don't turn irrational, just fall in line
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
To break your spirit, to live, to kill your pride
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
Don't turn irrational, just fall in line (Boom)

[Verse 2: SWIM]
Huh, I just don't have the time for saving face
Shout-out to Jada, she my saving grace
We took a burnt-down home, fixed it up and then we made it safe
I learned you gotta fix the bones, you can't just switch the pain
I learned a house is not a home if you ain't stayin' close
And skeletons don't go in closets, that's for hanging coats
Just know together we'll weather whatever
Keep a pistol in the safe and a shovel in case it ever snows

[Chorus: Jadagrace & SWIM]
To break your spirit, to live, to kill your pride
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
Don't turn irrational, just fall in line
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
(I've been waiting 'round so long now)
So long, so long
No-no-now you just have to fall in line
Ah (Boom)

[Outro: Jadagrace & SWIM]
I hit the noise cancellation when you start to doubt me
Feeling like the angels over me forgot about me
Desperate measures put the pressure on my vertebrae (Aah)
Need a medic for the toxins in my airway
My heart is spiral, my head in my hands
My knees on the floor, my friends turn to foe
I watch them all go, in weal and in woe, I know
Fifty-two weeks, I was six feet deep
Stories I confess under fresh concrete
Can't see a thing, so it can't see me
Self-grave digger, painkiller technique