paroles de chanson TERROR PACKETS - Censored Dialogue , Backxwash

Where was you at when I had to trap
Just to pay for my hormones?
Selling white kids mid, claim it's from a grid
But the shit really homegrown
Dad can you help me afford transition?
Disowned through a cell phone
The look in his face, soul displaced
He don't know me no more
Smoking so many cigs, my lungs got digs
From fuckin' up the ozone
So much bootleg move through my body
My veins Al Capone
Mom says Fenty won't make me a woman
I beat my cheekbones
Conceal a jawline
Harder than the block stood on by a P-Stone
Now these shawties really wanna fuck me
Trust me, I don't еven feel lucky
That's the best I'll gеt
It's shit when they say they love me
Is you really proud of me?
A comedian when you show me
Is you really down for me?
You a wraith when things get ugly
I am just dick to these hoes
Throw out my heart tie my stomach in knots
I am just dick to these hoes
Why do you always assume I'm a top?
I am just dick to these hoes
Until the government says that I'm not
I am just dick to these hoes
I'm just a dick to these hoes

Terror packets in my early habits
On the verge of losing my soul
I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing
(But the herb is keeping me warm)
I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back
As it burns it's heaving my nose
I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness
Terror packets with a wave of sadness
Terror packets in my early habits
On the verge of losing my soul
I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing
(But the herb is keeping me warm)
I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back
As it burns it's heaving my nose
I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness
Terror packets with a wave of sadness

Pythons, Lycans, bite 'em, right like Tyson
Lifeless, lightning, strike 'em, fight them, aite then and it's
Vampires, warlocks, campfire, Zoloft
Voltron, Ultron, locked and loaded stop this, go on and
I wonder if I'm in love with the shame
I numb it away, but I always got somethin' to say
Back then I took a bump in the face
To feel dead like my government name
The weak bent as the rummages play
Think Genghis, the bloodiest way
Feet dangling, The Hunters' refrain
Think Zangief, a couple of strays
And I dealt with too many punks
And I been groomed in a bunch
Life was just losers and drugs
Abusers and using, I took a few just for lunch
I need a few of em blunts
Tooth crooked and done
I was the crookiest one
I need a noose and a pump
The doobiest hun
Fuck it the dubious bum
Up to my shoes in some rum

Terror packets in my early habits
On the verge of losing my soul
I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing
(But the herb is keeping me warm)
I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back
As it burns it's heaving my nose
I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness
Terror packets with a wave of sadness
Terror packets in my early habits
On the verge of losing my soul
I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing
(But the herb is keeping me warm)
I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back
As it burns it's heaving my nose
I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness
Terror packets with a wave of sadness