ZOTiYAC - Can’t Accept lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Can’t Accept lyrics]
Night stalker unidentified like
A flying saucer
Smooth talker negotiating a rude offer
Like O’ leary, scream at God
But he won’t hear me
Can't see you so I'm talking my
Shit like I'm Blind Fury
A convoluted sick suicidal what kinda human
I probably wouldn’t tell anybody
If i'ma do it
Like mama sorry on a vacation at God’s safari
I go out on the date of
My birth to surprise the party
Walking breathing
Contradiction I'm not living
I'm not missing
Flow clean like a mopped kitchen
I'm bull shittin'
Full raging and half assin'
You wonder why this shit gettin'
Tense cuz we past action
You don't get it, don't jack it
You don't live it i'm my own critic
If you don't fuck wit' me don't listen
I am not sweating
Unbothered I'm not pressin'
But I'm bipolar, get colder in hot seconds
Listening to the darkness with only light in
The vision the stench of impending sickness
Feeling nothing specific
No symptoms a side effect of
The infection I've been given
In the land of the free where
The call to God is restricted
Life ain't like a casino I gamble
And then I'm cashing out
I wake up moving backwards
I hit the hay then I'm passing out
Just passing through
I ain't here to stay just
Something to set the tone
A sack of flesh and bones ain’t
The only that I'm dragging out
I hem and haw
Nip and gnaw at the string of fate
The him and her the destiny we all seem to
Think we await like tied around the finger
I been done saw me a deeper place
Where no degree of separation says
That you and me relate
There prolly ain't no signal in
The place that we connect
We prolly ain't as vital to
The plot as we expect
When time come for the soul eject
What happen to the rest
I got a feeling it’s gon be
Some shit I can't accept
A flying saucer
Smooth talker negotiating a rude offer
Like O’ leary, scream at God
But he won’t hear me
Can't see you so I'm talking my
Shit like I'm Blind Fury
A convoluted sick suicidal what kinda human
I probably wouldn’t tell anybody
If i'ma do it
Like mama sorry on a vacation at God’s safari
I go out on the date of
My birth to surprise the party
Walking breathing
Contradiction I'm not living
I'm not missing
Flow clean like a mopped kitchen
I'm bull shittin'
Full raging and half assin'
You wonder why this shit gettin'
Tense cuz we past action
You don't get it, don't jack it
You don't live it i'm my own critic
If you don't fuck wit' me don't listen
I am not sweating
Unbothered I'm not pressin'
But I'm bipolar, get colder in hot seconds
Listening to the darkness with only light in
The vision the stench of impending sickness
Feeling nothing specific
No symptoms a side effect of
The infection I've been given
In the land of the free where
The call to God is restricted
Life ain't like a casino I gamble
And then I'm cashing out
I wake up moving backwards
I hit the hay then I'm passing out
Just passing through
I ain't here to stay just
Something to set the tone
A sack of flesh and bones ain’t
The only that I'm dragging out
I hem and haw
Nip and gnaw at the string of fate
The him and her the destiny we all seem to
Think we await like tied around the finger
I been done saw me a deeper place
Where no degree of separation says
That you and me relate
There prolly ain't no signal in
The place that we connect
We prolly ain't as vital to
The plot as we expect
When time come for the soul eject
What happen to the rest
I got a feeling it’s gon be
Some shit I can't accept