Tremor (Ft Tr!pp)

Eyes snap open, wake in my apartment
Shit man, why is everything so darkened
By the grey cloud just above my eyes
Resting, waiting for my demise

All these walls they start to breathe
Everything’s just collapsing
All on me, all on you
Breaking us just in two

Manic depression, wasn’t my intention
Hurting me? Wasn’t the question
Burning your cigarettes onto my skin
Making everything working for him

I wish I could have seen it coming
Blindsided by the back of the hand
Blacking out, evading doubt
You claim its all the clout

Coming up empty, coming up cold
Stab me in thе front then you take control
Everyonе has taken you for granted
Now that you got your hold

Coming up empty, coming up cold
Stab me in the front then you take control
What do you have to say for yourself?
When you want to point the blame