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HOME_[Demo] (Running)
- (Intro)
- Got no appetite and I can’t sleep at night,
- My brains too fried to even try,
- Promised myself if I don’t win this fight I’d just commit suicide,
- I’m in a tunnel and I can’t see the light, God please help me because I need a guide,
- I’m stuck in a cage with paranoia,
- I’m stuck in a cage with people who wanna destroy the
- Life that I’ve built and joy that I’ve got for you
- (Chorus)
- Oh you can’t hear me cry, see my dreams die,
- From where you’re standing on your own,
- It’s so quiet here and I feel so cold,
- This house, it no longer feels like home,
- Yeah,
- Like home,
- Like home,
- Yeah ay, like home,
- (Verse 1)
- Sometimes I just wanna give up cause it’s like a drug,
- I’m in between, death and peace, I feel so stuck,
- I just wanna crawl into this deathbed I’ve dug,
- I’m waiting for me to give in and pull the plug,
- We’re all one step away, so God I pray,
- Just let me live just one more day,
- One more day, one more day,
- I just wanna live till I’m old and gray,
- I’m old and gray, I’m old and gray
- I just wanna feel like I’m finally okay,
- Finally okay,
- When will I stop feelin’ worthless,
- When will I feel like I’ve got a purpose,
- I wanna feel like what I’m battling’s worth it (worth it),
- I wanna be able to say I’m not an addict,
- I’m an addict
- (Chorus)
- Oh you can’t hear me cry, see my dreams die,
- From where you’re standing on your own,
- It’s so quiet here and I feel so cold,
- This house, it no longer feels like home,
- Yeah,
- Like home,
- Like home,
- Yeah ay, like home,
- (Verse 3)
- Callin' me an amateur,
- I'll call your manager, ask him which way's the thunder,
- I'll slow it down,
- Could be louder maybe consider a bit of it if it was helpin' you understand,
- You understand,
- Your past,
- It's common sense,
- Your fallen friends, (Are),
- Rottin' in,
- Depths of your sins,
- So wrap your head around it,
- Strap in, stop sweatin',
- My heart all black,
- I thank you for turnin' it gray,
- And I pray the LORD help us fight no matter the demon or devil
- Or if there were several, I got somethin' special for them,
- Rip their skulls outta their head,
- I'll fight 'em till the depths of hell, put 'em under a spell,
- Send 'em to a parallel universe, say farewell,
- Kidnap 'em and sell them on the market to make a quick profit,
- Maybe buy a rocket and have the demons be my target,
- Lit 'em on fire with a cigarette lighter or use them as practice on my sniper,
- Or I'll cypher their power to build my empire with skilled soldiers as fighters,
- And I'll rid the Earth and universe of these motherfuckers like they deserve,
- Get rid of this curse,
- I'm endin' this verse,
- (Chorus)
- Oh you can’t hear me cry, see my dreams die,
- From where you’re standing on your own,
- It’s so quiet here and I feel so cold,
- This house, it no longer feels like home,
- Yeah,
- Like home,
- Like home,
- Yeah ay, like home,
- I haven't grown,
- I feel so alone,
- My heart's turned to stone,
- It’s so quiet here and I feel so cold,
- This house, it no longer feels like home,
- Yeah,
- Like home,
- Like home,
- Yeah ay, like home,
- Home
- Ay, look at me I'm the best to ever exist,
- If I could just finish the hook before I rest I can't help it I'ma perfectionist,
- I wish I could trust you when I see your eyes as they look at me,
- I haven't dealt with my sins or gotten past the drama, maybe I need a therapist,
- But they rattled my cage, on the count of three they better be ready to get buried,
- I'm on the street in the heat, feet heavy, and my arms are sweaty,
- As my shoes hit the concrete I take the lead,
- I refuse to choose to lose,
- I need to find the speed to proceed to succeed,
- My life is a strive to stay alive and thrive to survive,
- And for those that ain't tryin',
- I'd like some fries on the side while I keep fighting,
- While I keep grinding,
- Keep climbing,
- And take a shot at the ones that can't get a spot in the ring,
- Shouting at everyone else till they got broken lungs like a victim when they ain't nothing,
- For those,
- Start running
- (Running, running)
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