Waning Crescent

[Verse 1]
No punches im guilty
Yes my hands are bloody
Yes im lying ive been tryin, niggas faking hubby
Something losing, someone dyin, when my mom was lumpy
Granted lightning, a nigga shoot and only father struck me
Hold it in, let it out, just keep these feelings pressured
Bang my head against the wall if she (?)
Abuses (?) the stress codes
Love relieves the flesh cut
Steadily playin with my dreams while jeans are losin pressure
Ive been hungry, nothing for me now, the lean is cursive
Every step in the right direction has always left me worthless
Tap dancing in a circus, lion with no purpose
Bite your fucking head off and leave your shoulders perking
Keep the teardrops inside like a shower curtain
I put the Ted in Bundy, Charles in Manson family
Charles like (?)
Man my grooves are something

Im winning a losing battle
Horse power on looser saddles
Take time to elevate on smoother channels
Precede through soot and gravel
Give truth to losing damsels
I need a bath and tree, time to take care of me
Same reasons to believe
It's not just chutes and handles
Ladder is on the way to the top of the (?) like roman candles
Give 90s words and angles
Toonami dont change the channel
Goku got his ass whooped
Father sonned the cell
Piccolo got his nail
Dende pushed the wish
Buu just comes to kill
Yamcha comes to fail
Living conditions, alchoholism, nothing to fix em
I’m a kid again