Symi Nemesis - Ill or Evil текст песни

Текст песни Ill or Evil - Symi Nemesis

Honestly, I think it s a question of who you surround yourself with because it its sad to Think then that you won't confide in people as much because you don't think they'll care And you'll just manipulate them instead of-

But like use some manipulation tactics here and there on the people you don't really Truly care about and all that stuff

But I really think you should maybe put more effort into finding people that genuinely Make you feel happy

Been through it all so I'll risk it, paranoia got a nigga coughing and spitting

Stability lost and I miss it, won't get it on tic get prof, and ill flip it

Escitalopram, molly I mixed it, amphetamine now all of us tripping

Stability lost and I miss it, now my niggas saying that I'm lost and I'm wicked

Been through it all so I'll risk it, paranoia got a nigga coughing and spitting

Stability lost and I miss it, won't get it on tic get prof, and ill flip it

Escitalopram, molly I mixed it, amphetamine now all of us tripping

Stability lost and I miss it, now my niggas saying that I'm lost and I'm wicked

Say I sound like someone else as if that is a compliment

You can go try to stab fifty-two times and watch me vomit all of my protons and boson Onto the pavement and even then

You still won't ever see me spill Suttin postive

Still think that I'm incompetent

When staring at my accomplishments

I got to this

Thank god that this

Really taking off, rocket ship

I guess everyone has already said it

I guess I need a different mouth to go and tell it

Had albums at 16, never begged the question

What would I do if my impact suddenly began to lessen

What would I do if it wasn't symi that's interesting

Roll up a roached up fag mind has me stressing

I thought this was a blessing, but it's feeling like a curse

Cuz what if I don't improve with every fucking verse

I've lost so fucking much but I'm still sitting in the dirt

I really put in work, my flows frozen I'm not letting it go

Symi did it, but symi did it alone

I'm selfish you need help I won't pick up the phone

Don't tell me I'm cold, I know, tell me what needs to go

Teach me tricks to the intricate syllable control

I can never be broke, how is my nigga saying sleep

I need to get Ps, 200 bags in a week

Never again will girl shake me screaming baby please, baby please we got foodbank at Three

Whilst I'm passed out from speed

And the fucking sertraline

Got me yawning in my sleep

Havent eaten in a week

Been scranning on my teeth

And the inside of my cheek

She can see bones when we fucking

Fucking Looking like a neek

Intrusive thoughts and episodes follow me like racism

No more meds in palm come, look theres a blade in it

If a nigga talk mad, fuck that I am staining him

They tyna kill me? Nah fam I'm tryna give him trauma

Fuck him, smack his bitch for his fucking chat

Stab him in front of his daughter dying to see his blood

Spike his newborn with crack then force bleach into his lungs

Got cables ties and drugs why the fuck do I need a gun

If you don't kill them first, they gonna put you in the mud

Give a fuck about nothing so I'll laugh at a dying cunt

Trust humans fuck that, rather put them in a blunt

With Mac1, Sterling tobacco, Ammo, Skittles and some Runts