Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Iridescent light be callin', searchin'
for a soul
Lately, I been fallin' deep and
dark within a fucking hole
Feelin' cold
No one's home but yet
the lights are always on
At the end I'm dead and gone,
I'm always doin' this alone
F
But I don't give two fucks
Dm
What a motherfucker think he gonna say about another brother? Say it to my face,
'Cause the motherfucker
sleepin' in the gutter
Dm
Let another pussy suffer to the mace
F
Trapped in perpetual searching 'cause I have
Dm
lost all of the things that I valued in space
Dm
I can't find where the line not to cross goes to hide
But it's in my mind that
is where it lies
F
It resides
Click- click, clack
To your back
Dm
Every motherfucker gonna get
a blade and attack
F
'Cause we lack basic decency to be
Dm
the homie's friend for free
F
Always wanting more but never be there
Dm
when mothetfuckers need to lean
What I need
'Cause you fake- ass wannabes
Dm
Always gonna be the ones that I'ma
F
never wanna be 'cause I'm me
Never gonna walk up in my jeans
Dm
Keep it real or you gon' feel ya
knees buckle and release
Breathin'
Keep 'em way down underneath
that's six feet deep
Dm
Let the maggots fuckin' feast
Searching for my soul,
Dm
I see the way I wanna be
F
And fuck a fake ass motherfucker tryna drag me
Dm
down 'cause he don't know me
Verse 2
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Verse 3
But it's gone, never comin' home
Darkness gettin' cold
But I know this is not for long
Searching for a soul
But it's gone, never comin' home
Darkness gettin' cold
F
But I know this is not for long
Verse 4
Keepin' the peace but the bullshit exceeds all the
Dm
effort I bleed for the ones that be leavin'
F
Seein' the colors emerge through the skin of the
Dm
pussies that ain't what they say they are bein'
F
I don't give a fuck and now the
pussies outta luck
Dm
'Cause instead of being humble,
all these pussies chasin' buck
F
And I swear to any god that I'ma
run a fuckin' muck
Dm
'Cause I'm sick of these busters
that thinkin' they tough
Lyrics are a no show
Dm
Think you gonna test me, boy?
You know I'm boutta blow though
Get up out my phone, ho
Leavin' you behind and now you
Dm
F
gettin fuckin' fomo
You know I'll rep immortal
Dm
'til the fuckin' death
Dm
I will use to tell you that you've made a fuckin' mess
Outro 1
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