Tsireya ◇

Lost out on my bitch's funeral service
She was on my lap, topping me til i was blue with nervousness
Blew inside the church's newest girl when doing services
Thats why her ghoulish perm isnt the cutest that she knew today
Portray a foolish addict when im smacking this
Behind the glass frame in the cabinet that im rapping with
Imagining my shadow attacking me while i grab a drink
To watch the glass shatter as liquids amalgamate when dead
Found my head when i left it inside asylums
Im constantly fucking lying like trying to like the life you live
Irises to activate my fight or flight when knives are here
Since im a fucking coward when trying to die by my command
Contemplating if i want it or am i mislead
Writing this about it to find it inside my mind correct
Prying through the tidal wave of nightly thoughts by my breath
And now im sitting crying on an instrumental while i tread
Brain hemorrhage, temple leaking my excrement
Instead of spitting reckless, perception of life is said in this
The bottom of the crescent's the residence of my penmanship
To represent the desolence shedded throughout my larynx to wrist
Father taught me keep your bombs inside the closet
But never mentioned that coughing up shotties was in the law in here
So talk about it on the block and see how far youre walking
Cause the one response im offering is shots inside my sorrow's abyss
Saw the car and i nodded and watched as darts emit
A large flick of sparks, its honestly why my heart is amiss
All this power ive garnered and im a toddler still
Sitting back in awe astonished at what my progress has built
This is all i got as far as feeling honored goes
All that fucking pondering got me as far as objects would go
Walk around in cold water as my partners retold
My state of thoughts in my body as all my problems enfold

Brain hazardous on this i know you noticed
Ive been on this since a flagellum, not a thought in my head is to fold
Solely solo for the moment so the foes are avoided
Youre witnessing my coldest holdings so enjoy while its shown
Not a goal inside my mind has been approached
That's suicide, making rhymes with my owners, and being lively afloat
You werent the first or even last to depart me
Ive been lonely through the course of me knowing that i was born to be known

Brain hemorrhage, temple leaking my excrement
Instead of spitting reckless, perception of life is said in this
The bottom of the crescent's the residence of my penmanship
Forget the words i mentioned, i never wanted the end to begin
Brain hemorrhage, temple leaking my excrement
Forget the words i mentioned, i never wanted the end to begin