Whack lyrics
by Istasha
Elevate jaws
Picked apart
Never Start strong
Patches
Unpacking it all
Make a man feel
Dopamine store
Split the roof of your tongue
Back from the run press your lungs like an anvil
Temperatures seeping down
Nervous and Losing the source
Push a blank cart down the corridor
In before Spend a youth more in an orphan
Useless Sightless serpent
Torment
(His hair WHACK, his gear WHACK, his jewelry WHACK, me? I’m tight as f*ck)
Dead along
They've seen you sinking down
Not leaking any ruby or repertoire
Within these sentient walls
Idle never seem so calm
Retracted deeds
Succ*mb the Body and waking up numb
See the soil proceed to rot your crops in boiling sun