MANIC IN MY OWN SENSE

LOKRYPT:
Murder on my mind every time
I see the cig smoke
I just wanna shine and Let lose
Let my thoughts flow
Thinking bout them blues
Fantasizing bout that cash flow
I’m hanging from a tightrope
But I won’t ever let go
GHP T E M P you know I’m bout that Grime hoe
Cooling in the cut I’m steady chilling by my lonely though
I ain’t worried bout these clowns
Who acting like they know me though
Walk up looking dead skin pale
Steady on the roll
Cliqued up with that grimy ghost
I Hit that pedal stay on go
Lay my soul to rest
I be that death stone fucking reaper hoe
If they throwing shade we going toe to toe
Talk behind my back I’m aiming it right up at yo fucking skull

ENVIOUS̸:
Feelin so drained, feelin so fucked
Feelin so stuck inside my head
Slicing my Veins, I make a new cut
Knowing I’m better off dead
I don’t know what he fuck to do
I don’t know where the fuck to go
I don’t know what to call my home
Man I’m feelin so alone
In this world I know there’s nothin
So I make another assumption
That there’s something other than this pain
That’s lurkin in my chest
Still depressed, still the same
Grippin the blade and I’m sparkin a J
Made a new name, still in the cut
Fuckin yo bitch and I’m still her guts (Hoe)