Correction Paroles SØCIAL STATUS par 4ria

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2 times, give a lover 2 signs
That we’re doomed
Ive already proven that the truth hides
Nothing deep about this
Don’t confuse lines
Cover the tracks
Check my shoe size
Don’t ever choose sides
Never need a truce to cruise by
But a Drug is crucial for lewd dimes
Grew to recruit highs
En route to go resume the doom
Strong as the moonshine
The residue in my vessels might give a truе sign that Ill soon die
Assume life еlectrocutes a new light
Then demise will come settle
Rise for the commute by
Embezzled abuse like
My f**king potential
I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct
No rickety soliloquies
The Rhythms are crushed
The will to fill up dreams
Without giving a f**k
Live it up
Never give it up, hit em up with an official bump
Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love
Insignificant b*t*hes finna Mimic the trust
Meant to mend indifference to the men & women
Guess it depends if I’m giving them my 2 cents
To pivot or ascend to the limits
Surrendered bits to the sickness
Amidst the twisted convention
Conditioned to my sick ambitions
Tough visits i double fisted cement
The rubble sifted
Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered
I don’t give a f**k about social status
Don’t give a f**k if i crash
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics
Romantics still roam in the grass
With the snakes & the rats
At this rate, I’d feel stacked against malice
And sadness hits
Balance my past & spit
Challenged to have grip within my paralysis
To my collapse, if my madness gets
Slashed in a matter of minutes
And dragged to a shallow pit
Tell alice, I wish her the best
But I still can’t forget
She’s a shallow b*t*h
Foreshadowed the highs & the lows of her habits
But I do not know if she happened
To ever catch onto the fact
I was masking my pain with a flask & a fraction
Of coke kept me active
That night I was choking while chasing the dragon

I don’t give a f**k about social status
Don’t give a f**k if i crash
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics
Romantics still roam in the grass
I won’t give up hope, but I know the static
Keeps my anxiety brash
I float with my woes on a boat
I still paddle way down this cold river at mass
Ive been elevated, ive been hella faded
Ive fitted the rages that have relegated devils in my mind
Ive been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i’m desiccated
Ive been slated to be dead by 35
Dreamt a shady vision, predicament
Picked it, hit it, lit it with the f**king fire from inside
Inquisitive diction grips the explicit limits allegedly wicked, twisted
Within the gripping sickness & prolific divides
Livid disposition, i rivet
I ticket a critic with an acidic instant despise
Dip in demise
I spit with a hint of divine, spirit
Despicable guys kick it
Akin to devised scrimmage
So difficult strides diminish my physical
Unfit for the visible dumb sh*t
Pop a stimulant, tongues lick bitter powders
Among which
Give me the power to come with
To Recount for a dumb b*t*h

While i figure the figment up in my mind might trigger
A sublime quite bigger than a bullet to the skull
You’re full of sh*t
I revolt cause I should’ve been dead
Could’ve been
Would’ve been
But I stood with unrest with the lead up to my chest
Address steps I took to detect depths unhooked
From the depression
Still stalling, Now look
Ive been falling
They left when they saw my face
Bury them all in a shallow grave
I feel like just drowning real deep down in doubts
Till surrounded by sounds that have kept accounted
I count them all up until I feel real grounded
QI ran out of luck
I never found love
Now I feel more f**ked than ever
So just, f**k forever
I’ll stay stuck forever
Enough

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