incelcore

 

 

My crushes I love em, but right now they getting’ they backs blown out, huh

Wanted to give a fuck waited for too long releasing the analog lost my bone now

Attention I love it and I’m so entitled

Semi late Stimulate Stimulate stifled

Reality got to me says I’m a side note

To your day by day by day

If it isn’t one thing it is another even if even if we procreate

The you that I longed for will fade from displays

And as of late as of late been trying to make

My petty the pettiness on virtue planes

just want to kiss

just want to kiss

just want to be held and punish your slit

Like you’re a glory hole with flesh petals of arms and legs around it (slow/stifled)

Love me or love me not

Love me or love me not

Fuck nigga look at me I’m plucking rose

Disgusting, gross

Fuck it, though

Strung out on jokes

Tell me a coke

Tale, coke tale coke tale coke tale, huh

Failed to ride your coat tails, huh

Sucking on your coke nail, huh

For rocks and dust

The awful chump

I grew up to be but on God I’ll fuck

What…what… what…

(hook)

 

Ethan congo

Do not off yourself (x3)

Naw

So much worth is you/ So much worth is me/ So much worth is this hurt

 

What have you done for me lately, ooh

All these psych meds are just fading, uh

Yeah sure resolve in the morn

Little revolving doors

Go to court/ Rehabs/Jail bird/ Psych wards

Force feed/ Me pills/ inject/ be still

I ain’t got no more fuck homies, uh

Slug up into my lil’ dome piece, uh

Try hard (x3) uh/ My God (x3) uh/ Is gone (x3)

Playing the tune of the bottle, uh

Nigga I’m suffering stockholm, uh

 

mustering up these things to say

But with nothing new at bay***

and the difficulty to change ----

left at my own devices

You can see my devices

Never to be enlightened

My God, this reality heightens

definition considered obscure ----

Too old for this shit, yet no tenure

Batting away the reality actuality -----

i’m supposed to mingle with the faculty

Naturally, ask of me, a flattened fee

Why God why yeah no don’t answer me

live open ended/ I seek the definitive ------

fuck niggas broadcast supposedly talented

Water me down inhibit

Patterns and stature these spasms,

Called the police “mister act your”

age and move on, and move on ------

sucker for daily mail and coupons

Nothing won’t make sense/ I will not let it -----

Ideas and feelings get bent embedded

let me entertain I’m non offensive

Killing the gall

and flame in lieu for a ball and chain for naught or not to be apprehended

I hate my face/ I hate my body

Not on some sad shit considered so charming ---

On some, I’m too shrewd to sight see ----