Istasha
WHAT THE KIDS REALLY WANT PART 5
Feelin like syringe caught up in the 89
Blockage central with a couple people undermine
College virtue mental columbine turned devine
Single grape thru the vine seems to activate Frankenstein
Having hard times chasing stage over blade
Wishing minute maid but my soul always Koolaid
Heaven's day once my lonely spirit's thought's convey
Trapped forever inside the body- (WOMBO COMBO)
-biv
Bitch, head stainless
Long ways, heavy days, keep me chasin'
Lost places
Fake with the faces
Should I drop off, so painless
Can't have what they tasted
I'm thankful to waste it
I'm thankful to waste it
-nA
Fuck, trapped behind some fucking minerals
My body grasping intervals, mental slipped the obstacle
I'm meerly seconds from a vegetable, he sent the message through
Cement cropping up around the moon, my body full of crepid
Decay now I thought he sent the fucking plane
Who the one who talking shade, I'm the reason that they play
Why can't anybody give me the respect that I deserve?
Half these artists fronting me, then picking up my fucking dirt
-biv
Bitch, head stainless
Long ways, heavy days, keep me chasin'
Lost places
Fake with the faces
Should I drop off, so painless
Can't have what they tasted
I'm thankful to waste it
I'm thankful to waste it
-nA
Burn off religion you've founded my place
Grace me to lava then laugh at my case
Look at me kill, look at my face
Breathe in my toxins, you'll hate every taste