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"My Little Insecurities" ft. OneStepBeyond
IP:
[[Verse One: Atticus]]
Cold... So Self Aware Nearly Swelled With Null
Pain There Remains No Clearly Well, Hell All Fates Fallin Dull.
Full With Great Opportunities Dropped Late Pages Erased
Scribbled Blank Classics Seem Lacluster, To Muster Greatness
Deems Its Placement As This Obsene Dream... Lavish Covers
Tucked Under-Over Realities Blacklist At The Back Misunder-
Stood Youth Doomed By "Could Do's", Never Dones Continue To Run
Through A Life Of Light Blind To Strive With Eyes Fused Up.
As I Search For Comfort... Last Resort To Sore Is Some Form
More Or Less More Less Than More Yet The Love Makes This One A Whore.
Hunt For The Touch Of Anyone One That Can Form The Sence
Of Sudden Abundance... Fuck Me! Free Me From Poor Judgments!
[[Chorus x2]]
Inpurity, How Pure They See...
Please Let Them See Me Bleed For Acceptance
Cuz My Wrists Slit And... I Think I Saw A Smile Seep
Against His Lips, "DAMN!"... Quick Razor Rip And Dance
To Please My Little Insecurities Rants.
[[Verse Two: OneStepBeyond]]
My insecurities are endless, life with dozens of twists,
Running from myself... and my purity, it doesn't exsist,
Attached mentally to my girl in which I struggle to fix,
I always fall One Step short, now failures strung in the mix,
Can't juggle the shits, so the pressure on my shoulder builds,
Yet to have soul instilled... still showing colder shrills,
Sposed to be a souljah, losing prides giving me colder chills,
Bottle up my firing emotions and when the molten builds,
One day they explode, flaming, burning, igniting the fuse,
fighting the fueds within myself, i'm frightened to choose,
Wether to change my life, but I descent still to badness,
The ability to do so is there... but my will is absent...
[[Chorus x2]]
Inpurity, How Pure They See...
Please Let Them See Me Bleed For Acceptance
Cuz My Wrists Slit And... I Think I Saw A Smile Seep
Against His Lips, "DAMN!"... Quick Razor Rip And Dance
To Please My Little Insecurities Rants.
[[Verse Three: Atticus]]
Drift Through Days In Haze Of Blur Blue Shades Asume
A Tune That Drones Quick In Flash... Come To Play A Few
Hours Past... Waste Away The Class My Last Grade
A Fail Stale Brained... Maine's Influence Henced That Blaze
Of Smoke, Clouds Dround Out The Sounds Of Hope
Beyond The Pond Of Poison Possitioned In This Frown Of Rope.
The Drugs My Freedom Fiefdom Of Peace Piece Of Mind
Just Dug Its Grave-Lay-Pray One Day The Gates Free A Bind.
Now The Highs Familiar Still Your Frown Finds Out How
To Renounce This Drugs Feel Your Fucked, So You Cut Down To Cut... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!"
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Links: http://community.rapverse.com/showt...3589post2173589
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