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