Fliptrix, Coops - Inhale lyrics
[Fliptrix, Coops - Inhale lyrics]
I ain't composing no threat
I stare emotionally in check
In the mode like I'm Depeche
Not in a hole like I'm depressed
Takes a toll like souls suppressed
Open up the chest like
Ghosts out the depths like
Smoke from the cess
Captivated by the scars in my thought pattern
On a path to light darkness
Where the dawn scavage raw, savage
Hearts torn like divorce in marriage
It all shattered like porcelain smashing
Skulls thrown around like rugged
Fuck it, I'd rather rep the gutter
Than some swag that puppets taking
Selfies like a muppet
That's just elegance corrupted
Birds-eye view they're just plotting
On a turret
Thinking that they're bigger it don't
Figure ca' sussed it
Their ego's gone and fucked with
Their sense of self-awareness
Out for self with no sense of how to care cuz
It's corrupted find the evidence in public
If you care cuz blinded by the
Truth ca' it would scare us
Crush you like a bear hug
I bare witness to the tear up it's all
Turned the shape of a pear cuz
Yeah I'm flowing from the mouth
And not the tear-ducts
Clear cut, dug in like a scalpel on skin
I'm seeing motherfuckers stumble with
A mouthful of gin
Take a few quick swigs and then
They're down for the sin
Down down down down, yeah drown 'em within
I stay up up up 'cause I'm out for the win
All day all night son I'm grinding for this
It's HF 'til the death son
I'm writing for this
We stay down down down, yeah
Down for the sin
I stay up up up 'cause I'm out for the win
All day all night son I'm grinding for this
It's HF 'til the death son
I'm writing for this
People can't cope with it fam
Constantly sculpting the gram
But feeling broken and down deep
In the back of their glam
This ain't the vision they planned
But with decisions they stand
Driven that van down the wrong
Road with the Lizardy man
There's weed and xans in their hands
Now they're feeling big with the gang
Some of them slang heroin grams
And biggidy bang some of them bankery scams
Some of them shanking these mans
Some of them trying to get the stash
So they stamp on these hands
Some of them in and out of windows
Just to survive in this limbo
On the UK's Jim Crow
The people getting pimp sold
The only soul they know is their insole
I'm taking it deep
And I swear it's just the intro
I've fallen down this sinkhole
I guess I think loads when the ink flows
Implode over synth notes
And chauvinistic insults
Running people in coats
Especially ones that win votes
It's lies that have been spoke
Just mirrors covered in smoke
So take it with a pinch of
Smoke and don't get too engrossed
We acting off of impulse a
Spirit that's been invoked
I guess I'm like a gym coach
'cause I just wanna win folks
I've been broke
And if you're thinking third
Eyes I've been woke
Can't hid behind a thin cloak
They're slicing at your thin throat
So keep your guard up and charge
Up can't come with dim glows
So come get involved and let me
Show you how this ting goes
I stare emotionally in check
In the mode like I'm Depeche
Not in a hole like I'm depressed
Takes a toll like souls suppressed
Open up the chest like
Ghosts out the depths like
Smoke from the cess
Captivated by the scars in my thought pattern
On a path to light darkness
Where the dawn scavage raw, savage
Hearts torn like divorce in marriage
It all shattered like porcelain smashing
Skulls thrown around like rugged
Fuck it, I'd rather rep the gutter
Than some swag that puppets taking
Selfies like a muppet
That's just elegance corrupted
Birds-eye view they're just plotting
On a turret
Thinking that they're bigger it don't
Figure ca' sussed it
Their ego's gone and fucked with
Their sense of self-awareness
Out for self with no sense of how to care cuz
It's corrupted find the evidence in public
If you care cuz blinded by the
Truth ca' it would scare us
Crush you like a bear hug
I bare witness to the tear up it's all
Turned the shape of a pear cuz
Yeah I'm flowing from the mouth
And not the tear-ducts
Clear cut, dug in like a scalpel on skin
I'm seeing motherfuckers stumble with
A mouthful of gin
Take a few quick swigs and then
They're down for the sin
Down down down down, yeah drown 'em within
I stay up up up 'cause I'm out for the win
All day all night son I'm grinding for this
It's HF 'til the death son
I'm writing for this
We stay down down down, yeah
Down for the sin
I stay up up up 'cause I'm out for the win
All day all night son I'm grinding for this
It's HF 'til the death son
I'm writing for this
People can't cope with it fam
Constantly sculpting the gram
But feeling broken and down deep
In the back of their glam
This ain't the vision they planned
But with decisions they stand
Driven that van down the wrong
Road with the Lizardy man
There's weed and xans in their hands
Now they're feeling big with the gang
Some of them slang heroin grams
And biggidy bang some of them bankery scams
Some of them shanking these mans
Some of them trying to get the stash
So they stamp on these hands
Some of them in and out of windows
Just to survive in this limbo
On the UK's Jim Crow
The people getting pimp sold
The only soul they know is their insole
I'm taking it deep
And I swear it's just the intro
I've fallen down this sinkhole
I guess I think loads when the ink flows
Implode over synth notes
And chauvinistic insults
Running people in coats
Especially ones that win votes
It's lies that have been spoke
Just mirrors covered in smoke
So take it with a pinch of
Smoke and don't get too engrossed
We acting off of impulse a
Spirit that's been invoked
I guess I'm like a gym coach
'cause I just wanna win folks
I've been broke
And if you're thinking third
Eyes I've been woke
Can't hid behind a thin cloak
They're slicing at your thin throat
So keep your guard up and charge
Up can't come with dim glows
So come get involved and let me
Show you how this ting goes