4lung
Don’t Make Breakcore
[Verse 1]
Can’t tell if I’ve de-transitioned
Can’t identify my life’s mission
Can‘t settle on one position
Can’t trust licsenced physicians
Complex mental division
Obfuscates my religion
Resorting to submission
I'm on my knees and I'm begging again
I'm begging again
Sublimation, no breeding
Something tells me I’m not succeeding
Satisfaction is so fleeting
I wonder what it is that gives me meaning
Semiotic and exotic
So erotically hypnotic
When I sleep I’m not dreaming of you
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
I don’t wanna feel like shit no more
Left right, big fight
Can’t pretend I know what’s right
Five, six, six, six
I just wanna skate, relearn my tricks
Do what I feel
Not concerned with what is real
[Verse 2]
"You dont make breakcore anymore!
All you do is whine into your microphone
It’s making me snore!"
Just wanted to get inb4 someone states the obvious
The old me’s outta the door
"I never really liked her music anyway"
Among a hundred other things that people like to say
List of types of people in your bio that you wish that you could kill
And I say
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four
I don’t wanna feel like shit no more
Left right, big fight
Can’t pretend I know what’s right
Five, six, six, six
I just wanna skate, relearn my tricks
Do what I feel
Not concerned with what is real