Lyrics I'm Gone - Matthew The Artist

(Yeah)
Recently the piece of me has been fallin' down
With how their treating me so now
Its leavin' me without a choice
Talkin' to this beat without a louder voice
And now destroys my vocal chords
I close my windows and
Open doors hopefully theres hope for more
And leave this game with open sores with insecurities
That you cause a fear in me with what appears to be
No body cheerin' me on for my accomplishments
I oughta let my second album be a posthumous
Release we're facin' a range hit a down and achieve
My goal I'm in a sleep like I was lil peep or I was like mac
Face on my knees and a heart with a beat (heart with a beat)
But i had ta' wake up
Because that was enough to make me
Realize that my lie won't save me
I'm one of those guys who daydream
I'm spillin' no lyes like baked beans
If you look at my eyes they may seem dark
But thats on the surface cause
Deep down I have purpose
Right now I'm nervous to express myself
But the only way is inside my verses

That is a lie baby I'm fine
You were just jealous I'm one of a kind
My music is endless when I'm on my grind
Your words are just reckless and then
I'm gonna be spreadin' all your ashes (uh)
I do not care if this is your passion I am the apocalypse
Better be findin' a ration
Spit fire all that I rain is acid
If you got the audacity
To think that your passin' me
Well theres no more capacity I'm lovin' your mad at me
Cause if you think your badder than me thats quite challengin'
So you bes' be scavengin' to find the right word
And to write a tight verse sure I make a vice verse (uh, wait)
Should I do polite words? Nah
But I throw more shots than Rittenhouse do
What more do I got thats written down dude?
Cause you could never spot what I could amount to
Try to go stop the sick shit I'll spit it at you
So your callin' me basic for the way I say shit
You should just face it
Goin' around you like a wrist to a bracelet
Im one creative I'm so far gone with the way I range it
Think that its amazing that you compare people
The way that I stare at evil
Well your just sharin' needles
I'm making a bloody scene
And it's lookin like Tarantino
I'm cookin' up albums and
You know that i'm makin' dinner
Cryin' over clout then your needin'
A babysitta' neva' betray a winner
Ya'll into savin sinners
Ya'll just know i'm the best to show
All of you bitches are identical
All of you mad that I'm technical
So you can go eat on my testicles and I'm gone

Ya'll just know ya'll just ya'll just ya'll just know
I'm the best to show all of you all of you identical
Cause all of you all of you mad all of you
Ya'll just know ya'll just ya'll just know
I'm the best to show all of you all of you identical
Cause all of you all of you mad and I'm gone