SØCIAL STATUS 4ria

2 times, give a lover 2 signs
That we’re doomed
Ive already proven that the truth hides
Nothing deep about this
Don’t confuse lines
Cover the tracks
Check my shoe size
Don’t ever choose sides
Never need a truce to cruise by
But a Drug is crucial for lewd dimes
Grew to recruit highs
En route to go resume the doom
Strong as the moonshine
The residue in my vessels might give a truе sign that Ill soon die
Assume life еlectrocutes a new light
Then demise will come settle
Rise for the commute by
Embezzled abuse like
My fucking potential
I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct
No rickety soliloquies
The Rhythms are crushed
The will to fill up dreams
Without giving a fuck
Live it up
Never give it up, hit em up with an official bump
Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love
Insignificant bitches finna Mimic the trust
Meant to mend indifference to the men & women
Guess it depends if I’m giving them my 2 cents
To pivot or ascend to the limits
Surrendered bits to the sickness
Amidst the twisted convention
Conditioned to my sick ambitions
Tough visits i double fisted cement
The rubble sifted
Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered