Confinement from Persimmon Hollow by Gucci Flute
Tracklist
| 3. | Confinement | 4:58 |
Lyrics
Welcome the world, meet your cellmates
Insubordinate vermin of the earth, we are spinning circles into early graves
Born to decay
No choice, no say
One thing goes astray and everybody takes it out on me
I can't feel this way
No will, no way
All we really are is flesh and bones, with debt to owe
And everybody gets a toe tag
And I know that
At any moment I could rest alone, a second home
Buried in the dirt where I left high hopes
Fuck off
Why can't anything just happen in my favor
Spit this world out because I hate the flavor
Middle fingers up, that's an indicator
Sippin mind eraser with the fuckin neighbors
People think I'm bad, I just have bad behavior
Roll up all my problems, put em in a paper
When I get to shots, I don't fuck with chasers
Violating laws, bottles breaking when we play your basement, celebrate it now
As I look back on my time spent
Inside this existing confinement
I hate the earth and everything that comes with it
Something that everyone should know, this world is so illicit
I am fed the fuck up
All we really are is flesh and bones, with debt to owe
And everybody gets a toe tag
And I know that
At any moment I could rest alone, a second home
Buried in the dirt where I left high hopes
