Just to be safe, I might revolt
Act like a child
Ironic that I called my first tape, "ADULT"
I was faded with the patience and a face of flaws
Feel the wave like a faucet, if it sprays you all
I've debated day to day, find my way to resolve
In the face of makers, I might relegate your squad
Watch me go sedate myself
F*ck up and escape myself
In the front of the stage, I cross grips
I'm finna clock out, time is my bitch
Never late, I cross lines like a stitch
Like my rain coat, won't stay home
Embrace the water like a fish
Caught up in the grim
Swim to the surface of my win while I go trim up a new take
Master splinter, but I'm a snail in this rat race
How many more days could I wait?
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
All my vices so deceitful
So enticing, steep the tea
We'll find a way to brew the past
Know that life don't have any sequels
In spite of the nights that all creep through my mind
Every time, I smash shit up like glass
Cash for questions, I've got a wallet full of facts
Just tell my mama if my heart stops
That the stakes are still high like I bought stock
In a state of my demise, while guitars weep
I'll display my whole life on the bars beat
Recite the rhythm like a heartbeat
End up living with grimace
Clenching my teeth sharp as when sharks eat
Fishes distant from parts deep
I dip my feet in the shallow end
Bend obliques like a car seat
This art seeps a wisdom with systems
I sit with a simple vision
What if there isn't a difference
Between the paths that I choose
Passive and rude
Can't patch what hatches and happens to slew
My passion that grew like a magical fruit
Tapestry happens to gradually bruise
I'm a casualty to galaxies that track all my moves
Without reality, my fallacies are valid yet doomed
I'm about to be in balance but I'm bound to recluse
I thought you already knew
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Bitch, I'm with the shits
I've been getting sicker
I've been bitter
I can't blame it on the liquor no more
I can't even blame it on the liquor no more
4ria - Precious Prescriptions/Character Development (Withtheshits) Lyrics
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Just to be safe, I might revolt
Act like a child
Ironic that I called my first tape, "ADULT"
I was faded with the patience and a face of flaws
Feel the wave like a faucet, if it sprays you all
I've debated day to day, find my way to resolve
In the face of makers, I might relegate your squad
Watch me go sedate myself
F*ck up and escape myself
In the front of the stage, I cross grips
I'm finna clock out, time is my bitch
Never late, I cross lines like a stitch
Like my rain coat, won't stay home
Embrace the water like a fish
Caught up in the grim
Swim to the surface of my win while I go trim up a new take
Master splinter, but I'm a snail in this rat race
How many more days could I wait?
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
All my vices so deceitful
So enticing, steep the tea
We'll find a way to brew the past
Know that life don't have any sequels
In spite of the nights that all creep through my mind
Every time, I smash shit up like glass
Cash for questions, I've got a wallet full of facts
Just tell my mama if my heart stops
That the stakes are still high like I bought stock
In a state of my demise, while guitars weep
I'll display my whole life on the bars beat
Recite the rhythm like a heartbeat
End up living with grimace
Clenching my teeth sharp as when sharks eat
Fishes distant from parts deep
I dip my feet in the shallow end
Bend obliques like a car seat
This art seeps a wisdom with systems
I sit with a simple vision
What if there isn't a difference
Between the paths that I choose
Passive and rude
Can't patch what hatches and happens to slew
My passion that grew like a magical fruit
Tapestry happens to gradually bruise
I'm a casualty to galaxies that track all my moves
Without reality, my fallacies are valid yet doomed
I'm about to be in balance but I'm bound to recluse
I thought you already knew
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Bitch, I'm with the shits
I've been getting sicker
I've been bitter
I can't blame it on the liquor no more
I can't even blame it on the liquor no more
Act like a child
Ironic that I called my first tape, "ADULT"
I was faded with the patience and a face of flaws
Feel the wave like a faucet, if it sprays you all
I've debated day to day, find my way to resolve
In the face of makers, I might relegate your squad
Watch me go sedate myself
F*ck up and escape myself
In the front of the stage, I cross grips
I'm finna clock out, time is my bitch
Never late, I cross lines like a stitch
Like my rain coat, won't stay home
Embrace the water like a fish
Caught up in the grim
Swim to the surface of my win while I go trim up a new take
Master splinter, but I'm a snail in this rat race
How many more days could I wait?
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
All my vices so deceitful
So enticing, steep the tea
We'll find a way to brew the past
Know that life don't have any sequels
In spite of the nights that all creep through my mind
Every time, I smash shit up like glass
Cash for questions, I've got a wallet full of facts
Just tell my mama if my heart stops
That the stakes are still high like I bought stock
In a state of my demise, while guitars weep
I'll display my whole life on the bars beat
Recite the rhythm like a heartbeat
End up living with grimace
Clenching my teeth sharp as when sharks eat
Fishes distant from parts deep
I dip my feet in the shallow end
Bend obliques like a car seat
This art seeps a wisdom with systems
I sit with a simple vision
What if there isn't a difference
Between the paths that I choose
Passive and rude
Can't patch what hatches and happens to slew
My passion that grew like a magical fruit
Tapestry happens to gradually bruise
I'm a casualty to galaxies that track all my moves
Without reality, my fallacies are valid yet doomed
I'm about to be in balance but I'm bound to recluse
I thought you already knew
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Papa's got a brand new script
Papa's got a brand new script
Bitch, I'm with the shits
Bitch, I'm with the shits
I've been getting sicker
I've been bitter
I can't blame it on the liquor no more
I can't even blame it on the liquor no more
Writer: Aria Sedehi, 4ria .
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