Crisis Vs Bias

She's a midnight mistress, claiming princess
Using, abusing hearts like pain prescribtions

Everybody's got a side to the story
Ones sides boring and the other sides gory
One sides evasive tryna feel the pain less
The other sides at war with the fire cremating
Everybody's got a side to the story
Ones sides boring and the other sides gory
One sides evasive tryna feel the pain less
The other sides at war with the fire cremating

Since the first day we met we slept in the same bed
My heart is at my feet from expectations in my head
Im tryna defeat the monsters and the demons
That all tread within my insecurity they follow my every step
I'm just learning that progress is gonna be a process
Cause even when the monsters deep inside hide like the lock nes
Theres always the possibility of a relapse
So i drown myself in liquor and i take myself a weed nap
Now if the early bird get itself the worm
Does the early broken heart get a chance to heal its burns?
Its been a while since i sat alone
And hit the chronic around the corner from your bar
Worrying about them other dicks you wanted
A white lioness in that black liars dress
A jaded evasive soul she'll leave all the guys impressed
No logical productiveness in loving you forever
I put 2 and 2 together you want 1 and 2 together...

Everybody's got a side to the story
Ones sides boring and the other sides gory
One sides evasive tryna feel the pain less
The other sides at war with the fire cremating
Everybody's got a side to the story
Ones sides boring and the other sides gory
One sides evasive tryna feel the pain less
The other sides at war with the fire cremating

Ya girls gonna desert ya if you don't find a way to hurt her
Cause life is just a bitch and pain is how she's nurtured
The pain of abandonment, lies
And cheating in a surplus is what makes the dissection of imperfection picture perfect
Threaten to call it quits and she'll be in it for the win
But tell her you'll never sin and she'll be looking to go dip
Got no chips in your bag, in your mind, or on your shoulder?
Then you'll get left in the "dust" for a more "crack"ed composure
She's addicted to an addict of narcissistic habits
You'll need more luck than the foot of a rabbit
To be able to take a stand when you fall for her magic
You'll swear to yourself the whole time that she planned it
She left me an inner city rebel smoking Els getting disheveled
I was chillin at her bar, jager and redbull with the devil in the mirror
Visions clearer
Psychologically embezzled dignity in exchange for happiness
A masochist on the kettle

Everybody's got a side to the story
Ones sides boring and the other sides gory
One sides evasive tryna feel the pain less
The other sides at war with the fire cremating
Everybody's got a side to the story
Ones sides boring and the other sides gory
One sides evasive tryna feel the pain less
The other sides at war with the fire cremating

Undermining the authority of whats important to me
When even the within me, wouldn't be aborting the schemes
Of my glory and dreams, but inner confidence
Cannot exist with an opposing obstacle apocalypse
Fuck it I'm done with disrupting my ruptured loveless heart
I'm up and running in her dungeon ill just play my part
Ill just fade my heart, darken it to shades of gray for the sake
Of those that don't get the inner meanings of what i say
Maybe theres more to the situation than you already knew, sometimes i just wish it wasn't all about you
I just had a predisposition
Maybe slick was wishing to lift his sickness
To get his stitches after having his inner demons finally leave
But it ceased with your intermission
My blood is all boiling the fire starts again
Losing control of my emotions i need to cipher all again
Fuck and you wonder why i smoke so much weed
We time is all we have and 4:20 is all i see
Cause my clock is broken, cause ross has chosen
To not be saved, remain lost and hopeless
If she don't wanna find me, fuck it i don't wanna be found
(i) sit in our forest of ambitions as it burns to the ground
(i) watch the fire starter take offense to the fact
That i just want my leaves unbent and intact
I wanna rest on my back, in my nest, in my pad
But cinderella gets mad and starts stretching the facts
Starting fake fights like wrestlings back
Ill preserver and persist its what I'm excellent at
My intelligence can sometimes override my mind
And coincide with a decline, a demise
But tonight, with this mic in my right
Now mikes in the right, I'm applying the science of flight