Art of the Septic Video (MV)

Infiltrate
The voices in your brain
They leave you in disdain
All these wounds but you don't feel no pain
You feel just the same
It's a cruel game you play
You know the outcome and you keep on playing

Art of the septic
For you, it's hard to accept it
But you just want to feel accepted
You love the way he treat you so reckless
Art of the septic
For you, it's hard to accept it
But you just want to feel accepted
You love the way he treat you so reckless

You think you got control of it
You think you gotta hold of this
Mmm, pause
I can see you barely holdin' on
And now she whinin' out to me
And now she cryin' out to me
Said she movin' out
She just lyin' now
But I think that's fine now with me
Imma take my time now to see
Said she left him recently, uh
I sad prove it now
You just lyin' now
(Stop lyin' to me)

Art of the septic
For you, it's hard to accept it
But you just want to feel accepted
You love the way he treat you so reckless
Art of the septic
For you, it's hard to accept it
But you just want to feel accepted
You love the way he treat you so reckless

I heard, I heard
She was feelin'
Tired, tired
Now she cryin'
Eyes hurt, eyes hurt
I think it might be
My turn, my turn
Mmm
I heard, I heard
She was feelin'
Tired, tired
Now she cryin'
Eyes hurt, eyes hurt
I think it might be

It might be that you lost it
Someone need to tell him to stop it
'Cause babygirl you're exotic
You got it

You got it
You got it
You got it
You got, you-you got, you-you
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got, you-you got, you-you
Who you runnin' to? runnin' to?
Tell him because of you, 'cause of you
I'm done with you, done with you
I ain't got none to prove, none to prove
Who you runnin' to? runnin' to?
Tell him because of you, 'cause of you
I'm done with you, done with you
I ain't got none to prove, none to prove
I used to wanna do the thang witcha'
But I can't be wastin' time playin' games withcha'
You don't know what you want, babygirl you a lane switcha'
Same phone but we ain't lookin' at the same picha'
Lookin' at the same
Lookin' at the same
Lookin' at the same
At the same
At the same
I used to be your biggest fan
Shorty can't you choose yourself over him?
(You heard that?) think you might needa' hear it again
Cause it's you and you fightin' inside your head