IMPENDING DOOM Lyrics

Face to face

Bitch, I withhold the wrath

I hate my face. so no photographs

Go call a spade a spade

I've just been known to rap

About my day to day, barely social ass

I've been so exact on the flows

I map out as the moments pass

I feel hopeless, trapped with my woes

There's no going back

Going in circles like a cul-de-sac

Complain about life

Mom said, "not to play victim"

I'm moving nonstop like I'm holding my piss in

I'm proving the top

From the bottom view glistens

But from their perspective

Still feels like a prison

Respect or stay smitten

Step to commitment

Spazzing on the beat

Like it's a medical condition

Been steady under the strict condition

Everyone that listens

Play their fucking position

Shut the fuck up

Fighting my demons

Motherfucker, knuck if you buck

Enough is enough

I've been stuck on a page of the same chapter

Chitter chatter, swagger

Have a lot of hazards

Sharp as motherfucking bloody daggers

Haggard

I've had been unpacking habits to cabinets

No cap, I catapult past this shit

Madness to feed all the masses bitch

Freaks and geeks

Love a beat like a masochist

Like the hoes that attract the simps

Sink their battleship

While the pen strikes

Give in to grimace

I bend light

Gripping good riddance

I sense life

Grow then dissemble in dead nights

Lead life

Into the trenches

I'll never mend sights

Surrender cause I was condemned

The depth, bright as the headlights

Wait until my next life

Nothing seemed to get right

Scratching the surface like fucking head lice

The darkness could shed light

In a moment, I could go from so high to so low

Still getting high, I ride solo

They'll never know though

The truth is below hope

Pull over and blow smoke

Row the boat, slow poke

You barely float on the flows

I barely cope with this prose

Behold the culprit of my motive

That they'll never know

Slow motion, lose my focus

On this lonely road

Slow motion, taking potions

Timid ticking time bomb

Sick wickedness, I flaunt

Vigor lit as bygones

Being bit by pythons

Brittle wrists have a little grip

On depression

By dawn

Uphill battles will travel up to the hill I die on

By god, holy hell

Only phonies know what's felt

When homies never show up

To console or help

Holding up these woes like it's a show and tell

I sure as hell, revolt the spells

All the lonely moments that I know too well

On and on till I'm gone with the songs

Going a mile a minute

Might as well try to finish

They don't care about the talent

As much as they care about the image

The fallacies are diminished to fantasies

And these gimmicks

I can't agree with their inner

I'm damned to be just a cynic

Stand on feet, front and center

I handle dreams like a vendor

And all these beans make me slender

I'm Jack and the bean stalk

On a fucking bender

In a moment, I could go from so high to so low

Still getting high, I ride solo

They'll never know though

The truth is below hope

Pull over and blow smoke

Row the boat, slow poke

You barely float on the flows

I barely cope with this prose

Behold the culprit of my motive

That they'll never know

Slow motion, lose my focus

On this lonely road

Slow motion, taking potions

Slow motion, taking potions

Slow motion, taking potions

Slow motion, slow motion

Slow motion, taking potions

Slow motion, slow motion

Slow motion, taking potions