
Hyperbolic Perry Maysun
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[Part I]
[Intro]
I will not repent because I don't believe in sins
How could I lose, but I never got to win?
Heart started pumpin' like it's jumping out the gym
I've been anxious that my biggest fear is coming to fruition
Fuckin' always angry at the wall, in a room full of mirrors, trippin', sprintin' down the hall
Hit a glass shard, won't get far 'cause my necks cut
No more reflections if I never get back up
[Verse 1]
Told you, I don't wanna cry over the spilled milk
Could be worse, could be body in a hearse, down the Hudson, how ironic
The vibes are electronic, when I go burn me up and roll me with the chronic
You got it, govvy fuckin' humans with they robotics
Blind eye turn to the sky from the narcotics
I'm not hyperbolic, I just see the shit I can't control
Hands on the knees, car speeds, jump, tuck, and roll
If you was dyin' in the street, and motherfuckers saw you, they wouldn't save you, but would pray, and they would say they lost you
R.I.P. captions, words with no actions
When he was yelling "Can you help?", y'all were absent
Kick back, Absinthe
How can you be sorrow when your minds lost, I'm gone further than '09 Drake
Bitches playin' with my heart, I might as well be celibate
I don't wanna fuck, I wanna get to know you specially
[Intro]
I will not repent because I don't believe in sins
How could I lose, but I never got to win?
Heart started pumpin' like it's jumping out the gym
I've been anxious that my biggest fear is coming to fruition
Fuckin' always angry at the wall, in a room full of mirrors, trippin', sprintin' down the hall
Hit a glass shard, won't get far 'cause my necks cut
No more reflections if I never get back up
[Verse 1]
Told you, I don't wanna cry over the spilled milk
Could be worse, could be body in a hearse, down the Hudson, how ironic
The vibes are electronic, when I go burn me up and roll me with the chronic
You got it, govvy fuckin' humans with they robotics
Blind eye turn to the sky from the narcotics
I'm not hyperbolic, I just see the shit I can't control
Hands on the knees, car speeds, jump, tuck, and roll
If you was dyin' in the street, and motherfuckers saw you, they wouldn't save you, but would pray, and they would say they lost you
R.I.P. captions, words with no actions
When he was yelling "Can you help?", y'all were absent
Kick back, Absinthe
How can you be sorrow when your minds lost, I'm gone further than '09 Drake
Bitches playin' with my heart, I might as well be celibate
I don't wanna fuck, I wanna get to know you specially
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