Waning Crescent

[Verse 1]

No punches im guilty

Yes my hands are bloody

Yes im lying ive been tryin, niggas faking hubby

Something losing, someone dyin, when my mom was lumpy

Granted lightning, a nigga shoot and only father struck me

Hold it in, let it out, just keep these feelings pressured

Bang my head against the wall if she (?)

Abuses (?) the stress codes

Love relieves the flesh cut

Steadily playin with my dreams while jeans are losin pressure

Ive been hungry, nothing for me now, the lean is cursive

Every step in the right direction has always left me worthless

Tap dancing in a circus, lion with no purpose

Bite your fucking head off and leave your shoulders perking

Keep the teardrops inside like a shower curtain

I put the Ted in Bundy, Charles in Manson family

Charles like (?)

Man my grooves are something

Im winning a losing battle

Horse power on looser saddles

Take time to elevate on smoother channels

Precede through soot and gravel

Give truth to losing damsels

I need a bath and tree, time to take care of me

Same reasons to believe

It's not just chutes and handles

Ladder is on the way to the top of the (?) like roman candles

Give 90s words and angles

Toonami dont change the channel

Goku got his ass whooped

Father sonned the cell

Piccolo got his nail

Dende pushed the wish

Buu just comes to kill

Yamcha comes to fail

Living conditions, alchoholism, nothing to fix em

I’m a kid again