I can't be perfect
Even when I try
There's always something broken
Deep inside
I try to clean my skin
But there is dirt under my nails
But when my time runs out
I feel like I might die
Will-will I rot?
My skins peels off
My body goes cold
I'm sinking to low
Will-will I rot?
Am I rot?
Rotten to the core
I don't wanna feel no more
These bitches don't like us
These bitches be biting
I don't even try hard
I barely be writing
How sound like heroin
I don't even trust no one
Cus they got knives behind ther backs
They hate tou but they imitate, that's just a fact
I don't fuck with chit chat, no I don't like that
Can you bring the beat back?
Cus I've been fighting with demons you couldn't take
But I was built for this shit so I can't break
Will-will I rot?
My skins peels off
My body goes cold
I'm sinking to low
Will-will I rot?
Am I rot?
Am I rot? No, I am not
Am I rot? No, I am not
Am I rot? No, I am not
Am I rot? No, I am not}
Pick up the pace
These can't pick up pace
They pull up, they smile in face
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I pull up, I pull up
I pop it like aye
These bitches, they never could take
I'm servinf this shit whit no plate
Fuck up a beat then i beat up my face, aye
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