Ceschi
Lips
I swear, I'd be a problem
If I could only get one second out my lips
I'd be a problem

(K. d e a t h)
I ain't never worn no flag
I don’t even like my dirt
I resort to fangs all out
Swimming in my shame
With my lanes - all doubt
Bleeding paranoia, I have no idea
Heavy in the shade
Grey: it degrades my age all black-bag
Dreams in a fade I’m glad bear-eating-face, no fads
Tearing at the brown a little late to feel the sway
Swear I had a fox tryna tell me its phase
Wether wake or fake stakes ash in a bath
Burning like a bad sun peeling from the swag
What the Hell I run from?
I don't feel like running anymore
What the Hell I running from?
I don't feel like running anymore


I swear, I'd be a problem
If I could only get one second out my lips
I'd be a problem
I swear, I'd be a problem
If I could only get one second out my lips
I'd be a problem

(Ceschi)
Ever did a ballet pirouette
Just to dodge a bullet on a bad day?
Never yet?
Ever had to pray to an absent god
Hoping to avoid an early grave?
F**k another fraud (yeah)
This is knife in a narc's heart level art
Bite mark on a white-devil type dark

Spitting that fight for your life
Snipe president
(Sh*t) I'ma die with my four fingered fist clenched

Who am I to tell you how to live?
I could never save you from the abyss
I️ ain't ever been like y'all
I've been off course still running

Life-is dumb slow morphine drip
All of us crumble to bits
Everything is quiet in the end though
Everything is quiet in the end
Silent in the end

(K . d e a t h )

I pretend the sheets stay white
I can turn away not really looking
See the powers in the flowers not the furnace
Pedal in the pu**y 'til its burning
While I’m sleeping in the wind until its morning
I resent the way the f**ker fits without the privates
That I’m minus you the face of what I’m after
While we settle for the whitest since Paris
Probably not the same but I’ve been running from of it
Knowing what I’m doing killing women how I came up in it
I have never been like y’all too f**kin big too f**kin tall
Greens in the kitchen beans on the counter heavy under blankets half my life I tried to fake it
But I, came what I 'IS'
I am cold fang to the pain of my fist (bliss)
I can barely breathe right now
I can barely breathe right now

I swear, I'd be a problem
If I could only get one second out my lips
I'd be a problem
I swear, I'd be a problem
If I could only get one second out my lips
I'd be a problem

I pretend the sheets stay white
I pretend the sheets stay white
I pretend the sheets stay white
I pretend the sheets stay white