[Verse 1]
When I first started writing lyrics
I didn’t know I’d be fighting hearings
Every corner of the page has beats and kicks
Spit some fire and end up lighting spirits
I see a end at every beginnings
Cuz everything sure ends
Nothing can help, not even an insurance
This is my vibe for clearance-
Confessing some shear sins
Something full of something resentful;
Something that you resent from
Like i-i-I regret for
Being a-a-a silly fool
Doing whatever they say on the telephone
Or filed papers- ugh! Criminals
Even I want to get enlightened with depressional shit
As today, people wanna hear some inspirational shit
But remember we also make fucked shit
Album shit- outcome is
A million dollars to get my bucket filled

[Chorus]
Yet the page is left blank
My page is left blank
My chest is left blank
If I die, will it- uh- (filled)

[Verse 2]
There is a vacant vacuum caved in my heart
Wanna hear a story nobody else heard?
It pains over here- here, my heart
That is layered in bullets and blood
I took a bullet to chest; it was so hard
Sacrificed my- my-my love
So that two other can enjoy their love
Yes, I was the one to be first fucked
Do I really want to be a soldier breathing?
Did I really sold your soul this evening?
But this soldier’s soul is what I’m keeping
Cuz my life is always bleak and
I don’t think I’ll have another kissing
On these dry lips- seems like lemons
Have done their work- lips squeezed
Life is very sour, is it?
A fight, and it’s very pleasant
No one to ever visit
And take the page you filled, deepshit

[Chorus]
Yet the page is left blank
My page is left blank
My chest is left blank
If I die, will it- uh- (filled)Full

[Breakdown]
This should've been a 'Grenade Unpinned' rap
(This is only in Romanticism)

[Verse 3: Hymn Heady and PiYal and Esempiem]
I'm the juggernaut, while you're the juggled balls-
The page is full now, but cool shades on this troublesome
Jerk. Playing a couple of girls you'd date- but fuck her not
Travers Bernon with his candyshopmansion turd
Hatred is all you earned- sugar daddy with hairy chest, hairy balls
It the murderous clown is way better than you, dog(bitch)
Jackass, eat a donkey dick. Your head's mind bogglin' it
You're a Japanese with flat, ironed tits
Pixelized cunts and dicks, just Asian policies
Keep clocklin' the pace I'm cockin' at as I'm haunting this
Verse as I make fun of Big Smoke's betrayal against Grove Street
(All you had to do was follow the damn train, CJ)
Bitch you could've driven the dick-ridden bike on the sickening road 'stead of clipping the lil uzi to your cleavage as you're firing cause your aim is sick as shit, bitch
Rick Ross tryna take shots Eminem
Is like Symere wearing high tops
He looks homeless with dyed hair with any ting he wears
Crystalline Sodium or Sodium crystals mistake-
En for crystal methamphetamine
You'd anyway die Ricky Khaled fat pig- cause you're sick and
Hospitally sick, while I'm getting sickened
Guys stop-
Cock in their motherfucking mouth as I clog
Your bloody ideas by making 'em mine, dog
My fucking flow will be consistent till I say so
Saw seas by seashores- fuck shells- you see, (I) saw
Sausages of dogs as I hippity toppity hop on the see-saw
A new page is blank not full, fool

[Chorus]
Yet the page is left blank
My page is left blank
My chest is left blank
If I die, will it be filled
My page is left blank
My chest is left blank
My page is left blank
My chest is left blank
Well, If I die, will it- uh- (filled)

[Outro]
The expectations rising- with the sales and shows declining
And now I'm poking head from the backstage to see the stans are fighting
Yeah, It's a curse on Standard... millennials turn towards the mumble rappers, shithead
And I came here to see they're to spit at-
Me and I ponder
Will this step be another misstep
Should I be Shady to see who I haven't diss yet?
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
And...
And it's true, I'm rubiks-
A psychological test
A mesmerizing mess
Maybe one of the blessed
May not be of the best
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doing my best to not ruin your ex-(ex's pussy)
Pectations and meet 'em when I'm spitting bars
Well, now I'll take best rhymes, outdo it
Now do it a thousand times to hear that the world doesn't even fucking cares about my blessed rhymes? I'll do it
Cause when Hip-Hop was endangered by man again
I saw every audience and fans become mannequins
Brainless figures attracted to a false light of fame where they'll be panicking
RIP Lil Peep, Chester Bennington, XXXTentacion, DeShaun, Michael Jackson, Andre 3000, Eric Wright, Slick Rick, and, too, Frost and every begoned fan at Chelsea attack
Well, I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, 'Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so…
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