Rot

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