Depth Strida, Istasha - White Noise lyrics
[Depth Strida, Istasha - White Noise lyrics]
Caught in breakrooms unofficial excavations
Digging deep inside the mind to
Find the problems are fictitious
Want a part among the victims?
See your knees get blown to pieces
Iwo Jima style no big surprise
When pride is up, decrease it
Fuck is in your patience I would
Pay to see you waste it
Like a prostitute with no
Excuse but reckless evocation
See the blisters on your conscience
Catch you neck less and beheaded
Part from body, spilling nonsense
Automated off of credit
Running out of steam I'll see
You drowning with the fishes no supply
No pressure
Waste of power Where's the bitches?
Train your pride to find some
Fuel to ride tracks
And hide your hypocritic eyes
Up on your plate
And dine alright for preaching
Bugs and crickets
Sit your ass down Full like:
"I get the bag"
Ain't depressed still run that shit
"I get the bag" see a freshman lie
Never ever hit the back
With your practice, act like trash
Writing about stuff i hate?
Ay thats no fucking problem
First thing is that his dad should
Have used a fucking condom
Shit is getting personal
Your stuff unaccessible
Cause earrape is arrestable
Ay strida and istasha dirty flow like gutter
When you flow u stutter you a motherfucker
Fuck come
Test me bitch show me all your stupid hit's
I don't
Care bout clicks i see that you beg for it
Trapmetal is a fucking bliss
Just influenced by stupid kids
That beefing over stupid shit
Like which screams more distorted is
Get your fucking shit together
Show the scene that you're mature
No one of us will be ever
Famous like your favorite rapper
Digging deep inside the mind to
Find the problems are fictitious
Want a part among the victims?
See your knees get blown to pieces
Iwo Jima style no big surprise
When pride is up, decrease it
Fuck is in your patience I would
Pay to see you waste it
Like a prostitute with no
Excuse but reckless evocation
See the blisters on your conscience
Catch you neck less and beheaded
Part from body, spilling nonsense
Automated off of credit
Running out of steam I'll see
You drowning with the fishes no supply
No pressure
Waste of power Where's the bitches?
Train your pride to find some
Fuel to ride tracks
And hide your hypocritic eyes
Up on your plate
And dine alright for preaching
Bugs and crickets
Sit your ass down Full like:
"I get the bag"
Ain't depressed still run that shit
"I get the bag" see a freshman lie
Never ever hit the back
With your practice, act like trash
Writing about stuff i hate?
Ay thats no fucking problem
First thing is that his dad should
Have used a fucking condom
Shit is getting personal
Your stuff unaccessible
Cause earrape is arrestable
Ay strida and istasha dirty flow like gutter
When you flow u stutter you a motherfucker
Fuck come
Test me bitch show me all your stupid hit's
I don't
Care bout clicks i see that you beg for it
Trapmetal is a fucking bliss
Just influenced by stupid kids
That beefing over stupid shit
Like which screams more distorted is
Get your fucking shit together
Show the scene that you're mature
No one of us will be ever
Famous like your favorite rapper