Lyrics Get Ate - P.O.S feat. Gerald

There was just time on the day
And if I can't fight it
I guess I'll just
I feel like I'm like
Burning at the steak
Chilling tho it's easy
Sucking up the hate
Dealing like its nothing to me
I am on my very own
I am not a clone
Take him home
See if you even manage on your own terms
Bet you can't
Bet you get ate
Bet you wait
See if there is any food upon this pretty plate
Bet you starve
Bet you waist
Emaciate
I been filling up on water
Tryna meditate
Mitigate the something something they be keeping straight
I been crooked tucking something
Prolly twenty late
Time flies by high as the next guy
Miles up wild one steady as they die by
Sleep tight young wide eye wake up to the blindside learn about your real live life
In dreams speak
Quiet in the daylight
Destroy what's weak
For nothing more than playtime
And that's is
This here
Heart head soul
Narcs fed
Arts dead
What's that goal
What you cooking on
Fill a hole
Or dig one
What I've been told is
There was just time on the day
And if I can't fight it
I guess I'll just have to wait
Been told is there was just time on the day
And if I can't