FlowersInTheMud

[Verse]
Rips up in my jeans, crooked smile with yellow teeth
Knots up in my hair collecting strands that have been deceased
Some lines are like puzzles, just like the looks I get
For looking somewhat different
I look a threat, or I look a mess
(Don't try to play me)
Looking for a pretty death, I'm pushing daisies
Never popped a pistol but I never faked it
(You can hate me)
Physical perception a disguise for what remains beneath
Try to find the answer inside just so you can see me bleed
(What the fuck)
Use words for protection, as a weapon keep verses tucked
(Out the mud)
Grew a flower, looking for some water, help him up
Fire lines like I took a lighter to some white powder
Got no bars like Wi-Fi connections, you got a weak router
Sending shots coming from saliva spitting wicked shit
In my room feeling dark and disturbed or a synonym
Tiptoeing in the midst, I'm timid and hesitant
Leave ashes on your Nikes when I show up deliver shit
It's Soul