Lyrics Øpus For Sełf Destrūction - 4ria

Sick to my stomach
Weather I spit or I piss or I vomit
I can't resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems
Honest, unfit for their comments
Conjure some shit that I've pondered
Pompous Ass bitch, I can't bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor
I was dismissed in your squalor
I've been a sinner since singular digits
Everything I said that I would do, I did it
Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot
Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here's a skillet
I don't wanna hear another peep from you bitches
Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail
Running this clockwork until my feet fail
Peak 'till my face more pale than ski trails
Sick of them all overlooking me
Spit a raw flow, but I'm still overcooking beats
Bitch, I cut flows like it's butcher meat
Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet
Spit it, I live it
Now, can you hoes dig it? I'm Booker T
Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips
Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus

I don't feel like myself
I can't deal with myself
As a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell
Peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell
I don't feel like myself
I can't deal with myself
As a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell
Peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell

Been a minute, I've been slipping
Time has delayed
Thoughts spin a hundred miles a minute, I've been away
With this grim unfiltered thinking
All the time that I wasted
Life isn't kind, but this ain't time for complaining
Living for a remedy, inclined to be faded
All you motherfuckers are inclined to say fake shit
Face it, favoring my favorite ways to fade away
I stray away
Pretending that you're happy, that's your favorite game
I may refrain the basic courtesy to fucking play your game and paying with uncertainty
I paved this to reserve my grief
I made this confer my dreams I gave in the form of flames and my urgency
Heard you speak and now I'm currently quite sure I don't prefer to greet you with any more time
Let alone, eternity
Left alone, refer to peaks of the past, I'm quite earnestly on a path to burn these dreams
And let my fucking worries bleed

I don't feel like myself
I can't deal with myself
As a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell
Peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell
I don't feel like myself
I can't deal with myself
As a matter of fact
Let's be real, I just feel like pure hell
Peel off the layers I've held
Suppress feelings and dwell then I'll bid you farewell