P.O.S., Gerald - Get Ate lyrics

There was just time on the day
And if I can't fight it i guess I'll just

I feel like I’m like burning at the stake
Chilling tho it's easy sucking up the hate
Dealing like it's nothing to me
I am on my very own i am not a clone
Take him home
See if you even manage on your own terms
Bet you can't bet you get ate
Bet you wait see if there is any food
Upon this pretty plate bet you starve
Bet you waste emaciate
I been filling up on water tryna meditate
Mitigate the something something they
Be keeping straight
I been crooked tucking something
Prolly twenty late
Time flies by high as the next guy
Miles up wild one steady as they die by
Sleep tight young wide eye wake up to the
Blindside learn about your real live life
In dreams speak quiet in the daylight
Destroy what's weak
For nothing more than playtime and that's is
This here heart head soul
Narcs fed arts dead
What's that goal what you cooking on
Fill a hole or dig one

What I've been told is
There was just time on the day
And if I can't fight it
I guess I'll just have to wait
Been told is there was just time on the day
And if I can't