| I've been making my story while they're waiting on glory | |
| They speak with strays and got a lot to blame | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| You're still yelling out without nothing to say, huh? | |
| What you trying to stop the rain? | |
| It won't let up | |
| It's no set up | |
| It's only meta | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| Strictly for the flame, I'm like fuck the fame, huh? | |
| When it all comes tumbling down | |
| The man built with rubble while you fumbled your crown | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| Because everything is that way, okay? | |
| [Cecil] | |
| We share the road with a mutual lack of shame | |
| We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain | |
| Dancing for acid rain | |
| Fanning the flames underneath us | |
| Hoping it'll reach us | |
| Coping with the teacups fulla storms | |
| Mean mugs fulla hate | |
| We trudge through the storm | |
| We love to relate | |
| Affiliate | |
| Fake? Never, no way | |
| We shake out of our skin and make the great escape | |
| But, wait… | |
| I need a little less in my headphones | |
| No, wait… | |
| I need a little more in my headphones | |
| No, wait… | |
| Man, I think I'll just head home | |
| Headstrong reciting every word on my headstone | |
| [POS] | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don't hold back | |
| Understand it's over before you know | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don't hold back | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don't hold back | |
| Understand it's over before you know | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don't hold back | |
| [POS] | |
| And I'm feeling like fresh new trash | |
| Top of the can, out of the bag, and scattered all over everything | |
| Nothing can last | |
| Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path | |
| Clear of the garbage hardly | |
| Boss me soft | |
| Watch me scoff | |
| Toss me I just laugh | |
| Heavily cough | |
| Stop never | |
| Ain't no shaking me off | |
| I chainsaw walls | |
| Laws for the rich ain't for me yet | |
| Til it's warm, we in the corner writing warnings, making bets | |
| You by your lonely making threats | |
| Let you scar my open arms | |
| Try and teach my open head | |
| How you turn yours | |
| Burn more | |
| I just keep the floors full | |
| Unlocked | |
| No score kept | |
| No bullshit | |
| [Dessa] | |
| I been boom | |
| I been bust | |
| I rep Doom | |
| Til I'm dust | |
| And yes this ship rumbles and rusts | |
| But the engine still runs | |
| It's all friends here, all love why don't you roll with us? | |
| A passion, a purpose, a business | |
| It's personal, witness the cursive it's written in | |
| Crossed t's and dotted i's | |
| Not allotted lotta time | |
| Gotta try to get your lines right | |
| Don't mind that sinister sky | |
| Just let the spinnaker fly | |
| [Mike] | |
| We get our songs out | |
| And what we got is what we got | |
| No amount of food is falling out the side of our mouths | |
| Rhymes come out | |
| And the food goes in | |
| If we flop then we don't win | |
| The label takes an L | |
| This isn't indie rap | |
| This is 10 years | |
| Stress and tears | |
| Sweat and fears | |
| Acceptance from our friends and peers | |
| And everything that's brought us here | |
| It's written on my face | |
| You can see it when I close my eyes | |
| And sing a Dessa Darling line | |
| The realest thing I never wrote | |
| Quote me anytime | |
| "It's win, lose or tie" | |
| Still Doomtree til I die | |
| Even after death and dirt | |
| Let em know who said it first | |
| And put it on your favorite shirt | |
| Rap Won't Save You | |
| Sell em absolution with a verse |
| I' ve been making my story while they' re waiting on glory | |
| They speak with strays and got a lot to blame | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| You' re still yelling out without nothing to say, huh? | |
| What you trying to stop the rain? | |
| It won' t let up | |
| It' s no set up | |
| It' s only meta | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| Strictly for the flame, I' m like fuck the fame, huh? | |
| When it all comes tumbling down | |
| The man built with rubble while you fumbled your crown | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| Because everything is that way, okay? | |
| Cecil | |
| We share the road with a mutual lack of shame | |
| We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain | |
| Dancing for acid rain | |
| Fanning the flames underneath us | |
| Hoping it' ll reach us | |
| Coping with the teacups fulla storms | |
| Mean mugs fulla hate | |
| We trudge through the storm | |
| We love to relate | |
| Affiliate | |
| Fake? Never, no way | |
| We shake out of our skin and make the great escape | |
| But, wait | |
| I need a little less in my headphones | |
| No, wait | |
| I need a little more in my headphones | |
| No, wait | |
| Man, I think I' ll just head home | |
| Headstrong reciting every word on my headstone | |
| POS | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| Understand it' s over before you know | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| Understand it' s over before you know | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| POS | |
| And I' m feeling like fresh new trash | |
| Top of the can, out of the bag, and scattered all over everything | |
| Nothing can last | |
| Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path | |
| Clear of the garbage hardly | |
| Boss me soft | |
| Watch me scoff | |
| Toss me I just laugh | |
| Heavily cough | |
| Stop never | |
| Ain' t no shaking me off | |
| I chainsaw walls | |
| Laws for the rich ain' t for me yet | |
| Til it' s warm, we in the corner writing warnings, making bets | |
| You by your lonely making threats | |
| Let you scar my open arms | |
| Try and teach my open head | |
| How you turn yours | |
| Burn more | |
| I just keep the floors full | |
| Unlocked | |
| No score kept | |
| No bullshit | |
| Dessa | |
| I been boom | |
| I been bust | |
| I rep Doom | |
| Til I' m dust | |
| And yes this ship rumbles and rusts | |
| But the engine still runs | |
| It' s all friends here, all love why don' t you roll with us? | |
| A passion, a purpose, a business | |
| It' s personal, witness the cursive it' s written in | |
| Crossed t' s and dotted i' s | |
| Not allotted lotta time | |
| Gotta try to get your lines right | |
| Don' t mind that sinister sky | |
| Just let the spinnaker fly | |
| Mike | |
| We get our songs out | |
| And what we got is what we got | |
| No amount of food is falling out the side of our mouths | |
| Rhymes come out | |
| And the food goes in | |
| If we flop then we don' t win | |
| The label takes an L | |
| This isn' t indie rap | |
| This is 10 years | |
| Stress and tears | |
| Sweat and fears | |
| Acceptance from our friends and peers | |
| And everything that' s brought us here | |
| It' s written on my face | |
| You can see it when I close my eyes | |
| And sing a Dessa Darling line | |
| The realest thing I never wrote | |
| Quote me anytime | |
| " It' s win, lose or tie" | |
| Still Doomtree til I die | |
| Even after death and dirt | |
| Let em know who said it first | |
| And put it on your favorite shirt | |
| Rap Won' t Save You | |
| Sell em absolution with a verse |
| I' ve been making my story while they' re waiting on glory | |
| They speak with strays and got a lot to blame | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| You' re still yelling out without nothing to say, huh? | |
| What you trying to stop the rain? | |
| It won' t let up | |
| It' s no set up | |
| It' s only meta | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| Strictly for the flame, I' m like fuck the fame, huh? | |
| When it all comes tumbling down | |
| The man built with rubble while you fumbled your crown | |
| Hey, alright okay | |
| Because everything is that way, okay? | |
| Cecil | |
| We share the road with a mutual lack of shame | |
| We share our souls that are suited for laughs and pain | |
| Dancing for acid rain | |
| Fanning the flames underneath us | |
| Hoping it' ll reach us | |
| Coping with the teacups fulla storms | |
| Mean mugs fulla hate | |
| We trudge through the storm | |
| We love to relate | |
| Affiliate | |
| Fake? Never, no way | |
| We shake out of our skin and make the great escape | |
| But, wait | |
| I need a little less in my headphones | |
| No, wait | |
| I need a little more in my headphones | |
| No, wait | |
| Man, I think I' ll just head home | |
| Headstrong reciting every word on my headstone | |
| POS | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| Understand it' s over before you know | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| Understand it' s over before you know | |
| Let it go | |
| Let it roll on past | |
| Don' t hold back | |
| POS | |
| And I' m feeling like fresh new trash | |
| Top of the can, out of the bag, and scattered all over everything | |
| Nothing can last | |
| Beautiful, dash our pursuit of a path | |
| Clear of the garbage hardly | |
| Boss me soft | |
| Watch me scoff | |
| Toss me I just laugh | |
| Heavily cough | |
| Stop never | |
| Ain' t no shaking me off | |
| I chainsaw walls | |
| Laws for the rich ain' t for me yet | |
| Til it' s warm, we in the corner writing warnings, making bets | |
| You by your lonely making threats | |
| Let you scar my open arms | |
| Try and teach my open head | |
| How you turn yours | |
| Burn more | |
| I just keep the floors full | |
| Unlocked | |
| No score kept | |
| No bullshit | |
| Dessa | |
| I been boom | |
| I been bust | |
| I rep Doom | |
| Til I' m dust | |
| And yes this ship rumbles and rusts | |
| But the engine still runs | |
| It' s all friends here, all love why don' t you roll with us? | |
| A passion, a purpose, a business | |
| It' s personal, witness the cursive it' s written in | |
| Crossed t' s and dotted i' s | |
| Not allotted lotta time | |
| Gotta try to get your lines right | |
| Don' t mind that sinister sky | |
| Just let the spinnaker fly | |
| Mike | |
| We get our songs out | |
| And what we got is what we got | |
| No amount of food is falling out the side of our mouths | |
| Rhymes come out | |
| And the food goes in | |
| If we flop then we don' t win | |
| The label takes an L | |
| This isn' t indie rap | |
| This is 10 years | |
| Stress and tears | |
| Sweat and fears | |
| Acceptance from our friends and peers | |
| And everything that' s brought us here | |
| It' s written on my face | |
| You can see it when I close my eyes | |
| And sing a Dessa Darling line | |
| The realest thing I never wrote | |
| Quote me anytime | |
| " It' s win, lose or tie" | |
| Still Doomtree til I die | |
| Even after death and dirt | |
| Let em know who said it first | |
| And put it on your favorite shirt | |
| Rap Won' t Save You | |
| Sell em absolution with a verse |
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