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lirik lagu so relentless / ohm-less / floating – sly jethro

[so relentless]

please don’t try to preach to me about my own trife
i been living my own life, all alone
every day i spent, scrolling on my phone
had to get up, lift some weights
then go outside and pickup some weight then flip the weight
like a dumbbell on the ground
sh*t hit my toe…then i frowned
when i was in the gym
open gym when i was six
used to do gymnastics
god d*mn
the life i used to live was so fun when i was six
but sh*t
n*ggas was unaware of the abuse that they was livin in
my father got so much resеntment
inside his f*ckin skin
its tarred, tirеd, leather
like a turtle sh*ll
i’m in h*ll, every day that i am in my cell
that is my room
my room gon’ be my f*ckin’ tomb…sh*t
i’m my own doctor doom
my demise
my demise been played over and over in my head
sh*t
cuttin’ up my leg
cuttin’ up my arms
cuttin’ up my neck
sh*t…but ion f*ckin regret
n*gga, the sh*t i used to do make me sweat
jerk off, bust a nut back covered in sweat
i miss my girlfriend
we used to have s*x
but we dont no more, cuz i
(god d*mn…)
i ain’t mean to
she just made me so upset
that childhood trauma
that sh*t makes you so relentless
so relentless…
(inhale)
so relentless……
the nicotine keep my t**th clean i been ducking shrinks and sipping caffeine every day of the week sometimes working really makes you wanna weep but you can’t cuz you got orders on the screen my fingernails been digging in the green but i am not part of the subway team i don’t need a needle i been ripping up my own d*mn seams
crimson colored vision leads me to stop thinking thankfully my mind is too cluttered like a busy street i never look for i cross but get crossed and look down at my feet i need a blanket to hug me figuratively in reality i need my parent’s genes out of me

my tattoos on my knee forever frowning just like me
might get my name changed initials bthc
like i’m illiterate tryna cuss at a teacher
grinding up underneath the bleachers n flipping packs to the student body

[ohm*less]

my people would’ve set me outside the firehouse if they could
sour mouth no breakfast didn’t wash my wood for i smoked it
when i was young i wouldn’t wash my wood til after i choked it
used to walk along the tracks for locomotives did the same when i was homeless
dirtbike trails get flooded at any moment
was afraid of being left behind but that’s how every friendship ends online
my ex friends just hit me up for 3.5s
don’t preach to me about what’s right
my mama lost to my dad every time he tried to slap box fight
i need a light
i can’t afford to get myself high sometimes
do the attempts still count if you decide to keep on tryin
when i say i wanna see the future know i’m lying
my feet slapped the pavement running away when i was ages 5 thru 9 plus ten
in 10th grade i sold (redacted) a fake ass pen
my cousin ran into my homie and f*cked up his benz
i need a benny or a xan
mix em both be nodding with the hat man
i can’t remember what it’s like to have a best friend
my memories trickle down my sleeves
guess i’m rolling up again
taking pictures for the finsta just to recollect
i wish i saved my checks
if i’d a known i would be left for dead i wouldn’t have even asked for s*x
sometimes all a n*gga need is a text
didn’t see the notifications you told me you forget
doesn’t do anything but make me stressed
wonder what position y’all were in when i sent that ily message
all my exes hate how i’m so selfish
i regretted every decision i’ve made since i was seven
i’m as*xual and self loathing plus i put up my defenses
trapped in these walls trapped in this state trapped in my own d*mn flesh
my laptop laggier than my old iphone seven
making music is so difficult when you’re depressed
combine prescription pills and alcohol i don’t care for consequences
wish i stuck to my lies and stayed sober instead of eatin that edible pie
gateway drug ain’t did sh*t for me but show fake love when i need it
needed a father figure but the backwood was the nearest
picking up the nicotine on clearance
that puff bar raised my spirits
would invest in food but too invested in addiction
my old bus driver was the biggest b*tch
had a loathing for authority before i could remember existing
it’s hard to have hope when none of your family has any existence
death got every thayer i pray that i’m next in attendance

[floating]

i don’t wanna name drop it’s too many for one run
consequences of the little one who ate the sun
i miss my best friends but they see me as a bum
gotta get my funds up leave em in the dust
when you lose it all it ain’t sh*t to lose but yo sanity
once that goes away you gon forget about a family
schizophrenia runs in the blood s*x is gambling
would pray to god i would wake up white and normal
god’ll stand you up like a b*tch on yo first formal
asked you out as a joke sh*t’ll make ya want to choke
throwing up my food but i’m not riding on a boat
off the xans mixed w alc thc feel like floating
if i won the lottery i’d spend it like a dope fiend
scr*pe until the bowl clean
teachers would be so d*mn mean
cryin in the hallway walking to security
angry cuz of they projected insecurities
taekwondo make you c*cky
body used to be so stocky and buff
now i puff blunts more stank than a skunk
lung capacity end quicker than you closing a trunk
skate 3 is fun but it’s not after you realize you’re player one
in a lobby wit ghosts not playin cod but i’m totin a gun
i’m a danger to none but myself
manchester by the sea grab the coppers popper and aim it at me
safety not gon be on for b
s l y finna be r i p
if my girlfriend don’t text me back imma think she’s cheating
been proven right so many god d*mn times
done it myself not proud but when i got caught didn’t cry
same as when i was younger returning stolen items to clerks unkind
i hate my f*cking dad i hope he dies
wish he didn’t rape my mom but guess that’s life
why can’t i win why wasn’t i born white
and a girl with a neck lined with pearls
bmi similar country third world
my life was too unfair to not care about wasting food
would eat dog food and moldy bread with gnat covered peanut b*tter
still loved my mother regardless of circumstances
having a shoulder to cry on much more important than a fathers finances or a pair of pants that fit
if yo stomach hurt you better hit that nic
lemme gon head and flip this zip
would pop every zit got holes in my face more similar to pits
insecurity sit deep inside since before i existed
i wish i didn’t exist

- sly jethro

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