TECHNICIAN. - P. SHERMAN. Lyrics

Lyrics P. SHERMAN. - TECHNICIAN.



Lately my mama can't look inside of my own eyes
Old lies, and gaslit fabrication
Information, overloading my mind
God sent signs
That my life is degrading
Fast
When i eat, and then when with annunciation
In the wind, goes my patience, to share spaces with faces
I
Spit my cold beans out in the toilet & exchange it with 30's, percs
My livers a winehouse
Self disrespect and disparity halted my upbringing growth
Manic depressive dissociative cerebral etched into whimsical flows
I'm behaving like victor "if it burns means I figure I still got spirit under ma epidermis"
Dominant permits
Meanwhile these bitches forgetting they place of origin like it been p sherman
All of these days
Wallaby ways
Memory hazed
Smoke til it cure us
Watch as we fade
What a disgrace
Step back and laugh at my enemy ego
Beg us to see
We do
They only support you
Until you surpass them
Your family too, who knew
Smoking on that tree has been making my hands clammy lately
Anxiety
Presenting me voices
But do they exist
Snort dirty molly
Fly with me
Fly with me
Die with me
Contemplate poetry like it's a suicide note
This one for those walking with scars on they throat, or they arms covered long sleeve,
Powder coated blood sneeze
I'm still at the club, leave
Call up a cab rest my head on the glass
The loneliness knows me
The static laced tv
The entropy love me



Writer(s): Brenden Ormandy


TECHNICIAN. - Repentance.
Album Repentance.
date of release
11-02-2021




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