Rozz Dyliams - Violent Disaster lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Violent Disaster lyrics]
She said she doesn't use canvas
She's a life artists
I said I don't derive from culture
I'm a white artist
I take things exactly as they are
In front of me
So if I want honey murder the honey bee
Honey please
I'm not trying to be quiet and subtle
I'm just tryna start a full
Scale riot and cuddle
So stop acting Like you
Follow what I'm speaking
When I overdose I'll let you
Wallow in my seepage
Every single weekend I am trying to stay sane
By looking in the bathroom mirror
And lying to my face
I guess it happens every time that you choose
To play the card of being A winner and lose
I'm apathetic but I'm calm and collected
I'm cranky and depressive as if
It was not expected she was a fan of rap
Language and the fine arts
Ona when I decided to give her my heart
I ripped it right off of my
Sleeve where I was wearing it
She put it in the garbage disposal
And didn't care a bit later that night
I cried till I dozed off
Don't try calling me cause my phones off
Cause, I don't really have any where
That I need to go
And I don't really have any
Secrets you need to know
And I don't really have any
Secrets I need to know
Cause, I already know that my soul is
Deep in a six feet hole
Yet I'm trudging through the garden of Eden
My belly full of fruit I
Get from every slithering demon
I really wish that I could change my pattern
From a heart broken lover
To a violent disaster
With the snap of a finger and
A flip of a switch
You can bring me back home with
The kiss of your lips
So I guess that imma just stay sour
Till you're ready to give it
Up you beautiful mayflower
She's a life artists
I said I don't derive from culture
I'm a white artist
I take things exactly as they are
In front of me
So if I want honey murder the honey bee
Honey please
I'm not trying to be quiet and subtle
I'm just tryna start a full
Scale riot and cuddle
So stop acting Like you
Follow what I'm speaking
When I overdose I'll let you
Wallow in my seepage
Every single weekend I am trying to stay sane
By looking in the bathroom mirror
And lying to my face
I guess it happens every time that you choose
To play the card of being A winner and lose
I'm apathetic but I'm calm and collected
I'm cranky and depressive as if
It was not expected she was a fan of rap
Language and the fine arts
Ona when I decided to give her my heart
I ripped it right off of my
Sleeve where I was wearing it
She put it in the garbage disposal
And didn't care a bit later that night
I cried till I dozed off
Don't try calling me cause my phones off
Cause, I don't really have any where
That I need to go
And I don't really have any
Secrets you need to know
And I don't really have any
Secrets I need to know
Cause, I already know that my soul is
Deep in a six feet hole
Yet I'm trudging through the garden of Eden
My belly full of fruit I
Get from every slithering demon
I really wish that I could change my pattern
From a heart broken lover
To a violent disaster
With the snap of a finger and
A flip of a switch
You can bring me back home with
The kiss of your lips
So I guess that imma just stay sour
Till you're ready to give it
Up you beautiful mayflower