[Chorus: Shwabadi]
What the hell am I supposed to be? Whole world feels so cold to me
Can't let you get close cause life could switch up changing tonally
Went from holding groceries to toting toasters holding heat
This whole system's broken me or maybe reawoken
[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Something in me that I can't ignore, carnivores
Blood is tainted, drain it, stain the Hardwood floor
You saw in black and white, but now it's changed up like a Harpsichord
You can not step up now, don't touch the things you can't afford, you can't afford
Cause I am the product of people as products
They tried to make stars out of kids that were fodder
But don't even bother, that life isn't for us
If we're being honest society's wild and I'm seeking the forest
I'm seeking to forage, the meaning that's for us
And I mean some days, man, I feel like Adonis
But some days I'm sick to the pit of my stomach
Can't stick it, of course I'mma vomit
Of course I've been sick of divisionist systems
But who am I? To deny that my nature, it is or it isn't
Exactly what they had envisioned, exactly what they told me from the start, you get what you're given
You're marked as a piston, but I've played the part of a cog that won't fit in, we can break the machine from within it
Life is savage, go from aiming for the sky to aiming down the sights of automatics
Turning friends to corpses, tragic
Cash ain't all that rules us, but it plays a fucking part
Just don't panic, there's a few that might still aim to be the star
What the hell am I supposed to be? Whole world feels so cold to me
Can't let you get close cause life could switch up changing tonally
Went from holding groceries to toting toasters holding heat
This whole system's broken me or maybe reawoken
[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
Something in me that I can't ignore, carnivores
Blood is tainted, drain it, stain the Hardwood floor
You saw in black and white, but now it's changed up like a Harpsichord
You can not step up now, don't touch the things you can't afford, you can't afford
Cause I am the product of people as products
They tried to make stars out of kids that were fodder
But don't even bother, that life isn't for us
If we're being honest society's wild and I'm seeking the forest
I'm seeking to forage, the meaning that's for us
And I mean some days, man, I feel like Adonis
But some days I'm sick to the pit of my stomach
Can't stick it, of course I'mma vomit
Of course I've been sick of divisionist systems
But who am I? To deny that my nature, it is or it isn't
Exactly what they had envisioned, exactly what they told me from the start, you get what you're given
You're marked as a piston, but I've played the part of a cog that won't fit in, we can break the machine from within it
Life is savage, go from aiming for the sky to aiming down the sights of automatics
Turning friends to corpses, tragic
Cash ain't all that rules us, but it plays a fucking part
Just don't panic, there's a few that might still aim to be the star
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