Lyrics Theatre for the Dammed (feat. Snipztea & Cxrpse) - Papa Sleep

Shit is not working out
Feel like I′m burning out
I need to feel validated
Sleeping on train tracks I'm getting wasted
Homie boutta get jumped like its outlast
Take all his cash I be seeing broke in your forecast
Overdose in the back of a broadcast
Get interviewed while I die it′s a news flash
Chilling with a god complex
Imma snap like it's latex
Lately everybody want me dead on the side on the crossroads
Feel like a girl boss building her empire
Homie gon mess with me imma force feed him amphetamines
Start a new diet only be touching that pcp
Why they all watch like its ccp
Imma get high put leak in your ac

You be acting like it working out
Muthafuka we up on yo block our speakers drain you out
We hear you like its ultrasound
Ain't nothing to be fearing now
Staring at yo window looking for us it ain′t clear enough
Cops looking for us but they don′t know where to link
We be stuffing all our funko pops inside the fuckin sink
They think im going left and right I aint got my blinkers on
They think we going out to fight nah bitch we just in the zone

New crib and I'm still fucked up in it
You flexing bullets im already dumping them
See a pussy boy already slumping em
You talking shit you end up in a trunk with em
My favourite rappers dont mean shit to me
Whether rap or not ill make history
Hand em wet wipes if they get sick of me
Wipe your ass faggot dont bitch at me
See every nigga wanna talk like they tough like
I never shot but I seen me some gun fights
Beat a little nigga like damn you my son right
You tryna talk all im saying is fuck life
I am the overlord im the imposter
Got a whole gang as a family feel like a mobster
I′ll never be that nigga sitting right where the cops were
By gods grace I will prosper
Maybe underground im honestly over it
You niggas soft im as cold as the polar get
Im getting older my shoulder get colder and
The bar getting lower you lower it
You dont wanna see me when im out
Either we run it or you shut your fucking mouth
All these little niggas talk shit
But they still want a feature
You not on the team so go sit on the bleachers
All my homies dying or they nothing but tweakers
Niggas think that they drippy im stealing your sneakers

You be acting like it working out
Muthafucka we up on yo block our speakers drain you out
We hear you like its ultrasound
Aint nothing to be fearing now
Staring at yo window looking for us it ain't clear enough
Cops looking for us but they don′t know where to link
We be stuffing all our funko pops inside the fuckin sink
They think im going left and right I aint got my blinkers on
They think we going out to fight nah bitch we just in the zone

Im with the homies we watching a snuff flick
Five stars I'm boutta bust quick
So sick
Pick up your innards with chopsticks
Fuck this
Rip off your tongue while you boot lick
Im with the homies we watching a snuff flick
Five stars I′m boutta bust quick
So sick
Pick up your innards with chopsticks
Fuck this
Rip off your tongue while you boot lick I need a snack
The wait is finally here
And we boutta make you disappear
Mfnf we hella weird
Spend my bands on chains they be made from all your tears