Lyrics dividends - Phil

I spent some time asking why
I still don't know the answer
It's like a target on my skin
The soul gets colder after
I've seen some things you won't believe
The scars I loathed, I harbour
And let it burst off in my pen
'Cause I don't ghost my past

Nah
Sorry if i'm making it hard for you lot

Reap the seeds I sew
Found bliss in ignorance
Plead innocent
I bleed the stone
I seen a ghost in intimates receding clothes
See no evil
Live with it
Ain't spiritualist
But spirit sip
Found some pain in militance
And found a grave in innocence
But still I twist my fingers in
The shape of my affiliates
Whilst pouring sips on dividends
Came up out the dirt like i was taking pills from limitless
Phil keeps ears ringing like tinnitus
Don't press up on me
I know some pressure on me
Never guessed
I know my purpose
The way i'm stepping with my pen
You better roll with burners
Beemers skrting
Evil lurking
Gotta keep determined
Even with the shit I've seen
I can't be preaching perfect

I spent some time asking why
I still don't know the answer
It's like a target on my skin
The soul gets colder after
I've seen some things you won't believe
The scars I loathed, I harbour
And let it burst off in my pen
'Cause I don't ghost my past

Nah
I'm esc until I R.I.P