Envy

Gao the Arsonist:
I'm the bastard who's after your accolades
Spat congratulations, saying left a bullshit after taste
Tension high as opera singer's frequencies that shatter plates
Huh, shove my knuckles through the same gap that the laughter came
Pass the cane/Cain
I'm not able/Abel to see the impressive factor
Stingy giving props, tick me off the list of benefactors
Huh
What the fuck mean I'm jealous?
Adders slither through the overgrowth I, play with matchsticks in the pastures
Burn me, nigga, take me straight to Salem, death is heaven sent
Rather bite the bullet than be put where envy tends to vent
Strip my bluffs and fuck 'em like the clubs where plenty twenties spent
Excelling next to me, you get a mouth of empty sentiment

Empty Sentiment:
Subtle, beat-up in the tunnel on a summer weekend
Puddled blood appears your stomach weakens
Pummel peons broke a couple teeth to comfort demons
It’s unbelievable I, choke my mind, delete my being

Every time I run a beating I get so envious
Every time I run a beating I get so envious

Anxious in this state I panic, rancid in my acid sage
Entranced, faded, while erratic in the manic phase
I go insane when I’m alone, myself and my brain
Have to kill my thoughts, inferno upon the canna
Evaporate like I’m Gallifrey
Cellos cry for the lost talent
Lost balance, fall and shatter my jaw
Can’t talk now it’s one o clock
And sirens are spitting their soft ballads, lulling me
My body finds itself at the landing of tall mountains
In the shadow of a boulder face
Burn a couple bridges just to show they can’t support the weight
Fuck ‘em
Empty shipping wooden coffins out from Birnam straight to Dunsinane
Burn em with the Bunsen, Ga’

Gao the Arsonist:
My cup of blood sweat and tears is your beverage shade
Envy crept in easy as the fucking edges on a blade cut
My smile so rusty, getting tetanus from a gaze, fuck
Being less cause terror like a single mother's pay cut
Take up the mantle of the handle bar gripper
Lemme gather all your victories I'm spiteful of and cycle through
Pastor said don't covet but right now I'm finna light the crucifix up/fix up
My own mind my own shit like the idle do

Eyes are glued
To heights that you
Climbed up to
Devised a fool proof scheme to
Always feel like I'm the su-perior
I lie to you
To me, I brag that i could do it
Act like clad in rags, hold cocktails
Violent like a pyro's booze
Well fuck I'm tired too
I'm breaking/braking, check tyre marks
Just want at least equality, this shit would even tire Marx
Animal for damaged pride, more musk than the entire ark
If scavenging for self esteem ain't work why don't I try a carcass

Empty Sentiment:
Subtle, beat-up in the tunnel on a summer weekend
Puddled blood appears your stomach weakens
Pummel peons broke a couple teeth to comfort demons
It’s unbelievable I, choke my mind, delete my being

Every time I run a beating I get so envious
Every time I run a beating I get so envious