Lyrics Hawkins (feat. sensamura & Stroodle Boy) - Sloth Mob

Oh
Ripping at the seams of our minds
Y'all cannot get by without clouding your sight
So don't talk down to me

Oh
Where did all my energy go
Mental atrophy has got my muscles moving too slow
It's all connected my body and soul
Spirit too weak to take control
Shake in my sleep but I ain't that cold
Wrapped in a sheet but my face ain't cold yet
Sloth Mob ain't a cult yet
It could be 45
If we too preoccupied with how our numbers multiply
At least I could defend myself from all the lies
Y'all tryna push all this shit on me
But I know revelations they come from inside

Oh
Ripping at the seams of our minds
Y'all cannot get by without clouding your sight
So don't talk down to me

Stroodle Boy
Ugh
Swear that name will be the death of me
You pussies be talking that shit but asking to work
Young prod goat, go ask Kirk
Save this shit for me and me only
Come and condone me
Gun to my head and you still try to dome me
Filling with anger then don't even phone me
Uh
That's what I don't get
Whatever I do it seems that I don't fit
Tryna be nice and they rock my shit
Being all tough and they all gonna flip
Better toughen your skin
Yeah
Or make a decision
Until then make an incision
Into my wrist and I look at the slice the loss of the blood be blurring my vision

Oh
Ripping at the seams of our minds
Y'all cannot get by without clouding your sight
So don't talk down to me
So don't talk down to me