Broken Moose

Dont talk
I got shit to do
Your stolen moves
Are nothing but crutch to you
Sick of wasting all my time
On the broken moose
I have to choose
Im better off in walking shoes

Solo, please don’t bother calling phone
Better off alone ain't a cry for help no more
Ive been getting used to shit
Im used to threats upon myself
On account im fucking trash

Crushed note pads
Tryna write the best i can
I can do better
Bitch i can do more than just curse words

Bad words
Ima mother fucking bad word
Rot ya teeth
Wash ya mouth out with the soap first

Ignorance dealing out all the citizens
Now get cursed
Ima leave a fucking hole in the plot first
Speaking so stupidly do you really think i talk words
Big brain shove my words up your thick purse

I can't talk to people
I can, but rather not
Got too much anger for the people
Got low patience, ive been saving all the rest
For better places
Got no fucking time to fucking deal with all these racist fucking faces

I dont rap
I just fucking talk
I dont slap
Bitch i fucking knock
On the door slam
Like im fucking onyx
Bitch i snort crack
Never smoking chronic

I can't get my head on straight
I can't focus not too great
I better pick up the pieces before its too late
I got a whole lotta reasons to let you break

I gotta stop being insecure
Scrapping every song i write down record or more
Wasting every second scream at nothing but the floor
Smash my fucking skull against the floor until im sore

I need a place in me
Lately been stressing out til i cannot fucking breathe
I need to finish talking and drop everything
Feel like my fucking problems are talking to me
And i always fucking listen when they sit mocking me
Eating or sleeping or watching fucking tv
I just wanna talk but no one ever sees me
Helping these people but not a hand lend to me

Whisper all i hear is ghost wish i was in comatose