Vanity Verb T

[Intro : Verb T]
Wooh
Yea
Oh shit I'm the best
Yea, the greatest of all times
Is in the fucking building
Oh shit
The best
You're not ready

[Verse 1 : Verb T]
You're prepared
We're nearly there
Feel the glare
Blinding lights
Spiral like stunt planes
Vital signs, untamed
Vibrant colours, faster paced
Twist in to the lives of others
Merging as a single force and I discovered
That life is so fragile and momentary
So my ego got me writing bars hoping they won't forget me
And the evil won't possess me
But true to vanity, I guess it has
Once it's gone you know you never really get the credit back
Now that's a dead man's shoes
So who's zipped up in a leather bag
Telepathic psychopath [?]
Flatline the track
Now they're wishing kinda like they're fishing
Tryna find the catch
Hitch-hiking back, powered by your own sense of self esteem
You look like death but you felt pristine
Waste away dining on your pride and honour by the lake
A hollow skeleton look at yourself like "I look great"