MANIC ft. sxreph & VEINN Lyrics

They ask where I work now

I've been making music

24/7 writing lyrics

Words inside my head

I said I feel it

I've been in the crowd

You feel my verse

I've been down inside the dirt

Don't you see me at my worst

Talking down on me

You're about to go missing

Firing these shots

Shoot them with the Smith and Wesson

Cleaning up the blood

From your body

Stop your dripping

Don't care about the money

Or the checks you're getting

You're washed up

You don't take no showers

I've been here for literally

Thousands of hours

Let me step all over you

Let me show you your flaws

Let me build a tower with them

Let me show you you're nothing

Let me show you you're nothing

Talking down on me

You're about to go missing

Firing these shots

Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson

Cleaning up the blood

From your body

Stop your dripping

Don't care about the money

Or the checks you're getting

Been writing on the page

No i never catch a break

I've been scattered for some change

Writing for all of my days

No I never get any pay

Going manic in my brain

Don't you say that I'm insane

Ten toes down you don't really wanna touch me

Gotta hose down all the blood off of my feet

When I mow down every motherfucker near me

Bitch I'm low down I ain't felt shit in a week

Automatic with the static

Popping pills like I'm an addict

Bloody leaking through the fabric

Cutting up inside the attic

Bitch I'm chucky I'm a doll

Bloody leaves in the fall

Stacking bodies ten tall

Catch me dying in the hall

They ask where I work now

I've been making music

24/7 writing lyrics

Words inside my head

I said I feel it

I've been in the crowd

Talkin down on me

Bitch you wanna fight me

Firing these shots

Shoot em with a fuckin 90

Cleaning up your blood

With a dirty fuckin raggy

Stop your fuckin dripping

Because it just excites me

Kick your lips

Leave the blood there to drip

Leave a kiss on her head

And a gun on my hip

I got rocks in my nose

And a blade to my neck

But you don't see me bitching

When I get my fucking check

They ask where I work now

I've been making music

24/7 writing lyrics

Words inside my head

I said I feel it

I've been in the crowd

You feel my verse

I've been down inside the dirt

Don't you see me at my worst

Talking down on me

You're about to go missing

Firing these shots

Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson

Cleaning up the blood

From your body

Stop your dripping

Don't care about the money

Or the checks you're getting

Talking down on me

You're about to go missing

Firing these shots

Shoot them with the Smith & Wesson

Cleaning up the blood

From your body

Stop your dripping

Don't care about the money

Or the checks you're getting