Lyrics Palms - Blckbrd

Bury my face in my palms
Palm Angels never fixed none my problems
Got yo name on the tip of they tongue
One wrong move, that shit'll get got
Teeth chatter, too cold to gnash em
But never has this shiver been wrong
Worried my sins gon catch me, I wouldn't ask my liver how long
Brd never cap for a song
Brd never lied for approval
I'm a damn ant in the lawn
Fuck gettin caught witcha pants down
As of now, half y'all rappers pants is gone
Street wet like a hand towel, I don't go downtown
I ain't tryna handshake god
Sentiment in the air goin round
What a man gotta do when a man laid off

Survive
Ain't no muhfucka surprised
Car, meet brickwall
Introductions ain't important
It's the ride
Something watching from the pines
Made of shit that you despise
Spittin spitballs out a straw until it get one in yo eye

Same at the top as it was when I wasn't
Thinkin y'all actions ain't got repercussions
Ain't been this quiet my whole fuckin life but I'm silent
Cus pride the grim reaper's cousin
They want us clean but we dirty
Gon make em squeamish, regurgitate
Where the worms be
I gotta call my attorney
I ain't fuckin with you leeches, teach em til they learn it
Call my glock the good doctor, the surgeon

Bury my face in my palms
THC is all I got to keep calm
Muhfuckas just want in the water
Don't care if the water could scald
They done used to keep my name in they mouth
Nowadays ain't no one got the balls
Back up the whip like I'm Batman
Rubber revvin on yo head til you bald
Huh

Bruises this shit leave could turn yo whole epidermis blue
Or purple hues
A muhfucka furnace proof
You'd turn to soup
Feel it in yo nervous sys, disturbing shit
The world too big to fit a tourniquet, it bleed
Was the jit that sat amongst the weeds
Edgar Allan Crow, yung 1 to 3
Y'all don't see the trap, you tuggin cheese
Bury my face in the dirt
Otherwise imma climb out the casket
Muhfuckas think we all got a path
But there's only one track in the crash test
True pattern is nothin matter til you got sum you can lose
Car meet brickwall, make you feel like
You the button on family feud, it's jus

Survive
All that shit they spit's a lie
Yeah muhfucka, I heard you buzzin
You not unique, so do flies
I know more folk that hope to die
Than hope for hope to hold the line
Sometimes all you need to trudge on
Is to have no rope to tie