P!SSY SHEETS AND MISSING LINKS ft. StøøB Lyrics

I don't wanna weaken from the stress

Creeking from the press

Psychic, how I'm speakin for the rest

Pent up anger that is leakin from my flesh

Sad to see a stranger seapin from his chest

After leapin from the nest

It makes me reason with depressed

Thinkin, is life really that messed

Compared to many others I'm blessed

But it feels like I'm smothered in mesh

Even my brother confessed

life's been kickin my ass since birth

And that's why I'm flickin ash in the dirt

Sticking to black with my shirts

Sippin from the flask when I'm hurt

Mix and match when I murk

Only drip I knew was from my mother's IV

Walkin round the middle school, screamin fight me

Guess I'm still a teen

Blood in my teeth

Got a lot of beef

That I won't let breath

I wanna make you leak

From the mouth that called me weak

If you don't have the blisters on yo feet

From my shoes then don't speak

On me

I got these fists

I got these fists

They scarred and they calused from shit that I did

I gotta spit

I gotta spit

Onto this mic before I lose my shit

I got some piss

I got some piss

All on them sheets from when I was a kid

Now I got drips

Now I got drips

Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.

I got these fists

I got these fists

They scarred and they calused from shit that I did

I gotta spit

I gotta spit

Onto this mic before I lose my shit

I got some piss

I got some piss

All on them sheets from when I was a kid

Now I got drips

Now I got drips

Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.

Open

Hopin that they don't really get how broken

I am from the face that I'm showin

But lately I've been knowin that I've been growin

Quiet

Border line silent

Trying to avoid crushing violets

With all of my violence

That I hide inside while it rises

All of this trauma I reside in

Uh aye

What the fuck is wrong with me

Inside frowning constantly

Always doubting honesty

Cracks inside my pottery

Masking like I'm on my feet

But that is not all of me

There's scratches all upon my knees

And self harm I've been fondling

All that's left are parts of me

I got these fists

I got these fists

They scarred and they calused from shit that I did

I gotta spit

I gotta spit

Onto this mic before I lose my shit

I got some piss

I got some piss

All on them sheets from when I was a kid

Now I got drips

Now I got drips

Of blood on the sink from the skin that I split.