[Verse 1: Lost]
The chosen one is not chosen
The non-righteous path
To leave a trail of blood and tears
Like a Sierra Leone death squad
God's bidding his deaths mission and in turn
[?] my day-jobs but won’t quit what I’m good at
So what if I'm a misfit like baggy pants
That just means there's more room for your girl to squeeze in
But that's besides the point
Because my lyrics are on point
Like ballerinas feet
Talk with it personification of an inner animal trying to break my rib cage
Tear apart my spleen and cut off my oxygen
But I won't be silenced
I'm the child of an unstoppable force
And an immovable object
On a crash course with a morgue
Filled with those that failed to touch the ground
I relate to those bizarre
But won't take it lying down
Who respect the hustle
And get trampled
And left in the dust
Of the lost soul torn from your worst nightmare
And go against the current
The tides are changing
So either swim or left to drown
And be enveloped in the sounds of hell hounds
Searching for those who missed the call of salvation, total annihilation
Of the egotistical, non forgivable
No elliptical can change the shape of this outcome
There's no escaping it
Final Destination that'll rock the nation
Call it D.O.A
Death of animation
Cause this shit's real as it gets
Mark the day you hear this track
See where you are and where I'm at
Compare the vocabs and subtract the difference
And make six figures while riding with LOST productions, bitch
The chosen one is not chosen
The non-righteous path
To leave a trail of blood and tears
Like a Sierra Leone death squad
God's bidding his deaths mission and in turn
[?] my day-jobs but won’t quit what I’m good at
So what if I'm a misfit like baggy pants
That just means there's more room for your girl to squeeze in
But that's besides the point
Because my lyrics are on point
Like ballerinas feet
Talk with it personification of an inner animal trying to break my rib cage
Tear apart my spleen and cut off my oxygen
But I won't be silenced
I'm the child of an unstoppable force
And an immovable object
On a crash course with a morgue
Filled with those that failed to touch the ground
I relate to those bizarre
But won't take it lying down
Who respect the hustle
And get trampled
And left in the dust
Of the lost soul torn from your worst nightmare
And go against the current
The tides are changing
So either swim or left to drown
And be enveloped in the sounds of hell hounds
Searching for those who missed the call of salvation, total annihilation
Of the egotistical, non forgivable
No elliptical can change the shape of this outcome
There's no escaping it
Final Destination that'll rock the nation
Call it D.O.A
Death of animation
Cause this shit's real as it gets
Mark the day you hear this track
See where you are and where I'm at
Compare the vocabs and subtract the difference
And make six figures while riding with LOST productions, bitch
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