Lyrics Who This - il Westo

It's hard to love others, I'm flawed and it's hard to love myself
Need a reverend, need a cross because I'm exorcising
Demons from my mind, line'em back to hell
I see hella peeps yeah comparing on my IG feed
Hive-mind always saying oh so and so has it better than me
I'm guilty of that too, but there's more to life
Than screens telling you what you can or can't do
Look in a mirror the person holding you back
Is the person on the other side, but I know you know you knew that
I'm speaking only truth from my own point of view
Make a choice you need to choose, make a point you need to prove

Art help me do it
Fusing both sides a whole with my music
When I write so conclusive
Yin yang truces
Damn now new phone who this

It's livid I kill it my spirit, spit it so vivid, my image
A scrimmage, I pillage the village yeah, pilling the pain yeah
Painting a picture of what's in my brain
Blood stains on a stained glass yeah
Flood rains on terrain fast fast yeah
My neck on a noose why death what I choose
Bad parts need to lose, sad heart see the bruises

Art help me do it
Fusing both sides a whole with my music
When I write so conclusive
Yin yang truces
Damn now new phone who this

It's livid I kill it my spirit, spit it so vivid, my image
A scrimmage who this
It's livid I kill it my spirit, spit it so vivid, my image
A scrimmage who this