Bitch I ran
Didn't want to get blood on my shorts
My mind hunts itself just for sport
Could I jump in front of one these cars
Would I end up well
Would St. Peter up and send me to hell
Can I really make this bus ride home before losing my cool
I can barely even make it to school
It's no cap
Straight back, tensed up, tweak with no crack
Will I ever get to spend a rack, I might cap
All I, want to, do is, live
They ask, more than, I can, give
Every, thing I, try is, nil
Harder, faster, stronger, will
Someday I might make it out of this
Sixteen f*cking months and I still feel like a counterfeit
Purple is the colour of my skin once I am done with it
A hole opens up to swallow anything that's left of it
6 years I spent digging myself trenches
No more message, nothing but dull precious
Fools gold, the pressure, building up a fissure
6 years I figure, few more to trigger
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Bitch I ran
Didn't want to get blood on my shorts
My mind hunts itself just for sport
Could I jump in front of one these cars
Would I end up well
Would St. Peter up and send me to hell
Can I really make this bus ride home before losing my cool
I can barely even make it to school
It's no cap
Straight back, tensed up, tweak with no crack
Will I ever get to spend a rack, I might cap
All I, want to, do is, live
They ask, more than, I can, give
Every, thing I, try is, nil
Harder, faster, stronger, will
Someday I might make it out of this
Sixteen f*cking months and I still feel like a counterfeit
Purple is the colour of my skin once I am done with it
A hole opens up to swallow anything that's left of it
6 years I spent digging myself trenches
No more message, nothing but dull precious
Fools gold, the pressure, building up a fissure
6 years I figure, few more to trigger
Didn't want to get blood on my shorts
My mind hunts itself just for sport
Could I jump in front of one these cars
Would I end up well
Would St. Peter up and send me to hell
Can I really make this bus ride home before losing my cool
I can barely even make it to school
It's no cap
Straight back, tensed up, tweak with no crack
Will I ever get to spend a rack, I might cap
All I, want to, do is, live
They ask, more than, I can, give
Every, thing I, try is, nil
Harder, faster, stronger, will
Someday I might make it out of this
Sixteen f*cking months and I still feel like a counterfeit
Purple is the colour of my skin once I am done with it
A hole opens up to swallow anything that's left of it
6 years I spent digging myself trenches
No more message, nothing but dull precious
Fools gold, the pressure, building up a fissure
6 years I figure, few more to trigger
Writer: Liam Pavane
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