Bottomless Thought Box

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King of depression
Sickening profession
Keeping me in reflection
Thinking in deception
 
Seeking the lessons
from my questions
Speaking in aggression
it forms my Intention
 
Bleeding for a revelation....
but not like xtentacion,
suggestion a pill,
Voluntarily gone
 
Independent type of deal,
Its strong but possess my will
It tops, like where on a drill
until my soul recieves
and role of receipt
 
Be happy when u seal the deal
I guess u feel complete
Ill decay on concrete
Its a classy Way to be beat
 
seek santan and his fleet
crown me, ill release my heat
 
my feet next to my shoes,
Easy Distraction i seek to use,
a clue , for the duel
It Feuls my mood
When im Making u into a fool,
Ur on my table stool
Use cables n tools
N create a cruel win
 
Wonder what more will spill,
on the floor when i fulfill
Screwing screws
For a damn score....
Fucking views
on the board
it will kill...
A man's will
When hes done
Mentally getting grilled
This skill
extremely real
Ill paint my realm
Not saint ull fear
 
My indian ways
steers steeply
And it weights
Weirdly to seize me
 
So barely wanting to breath
Written beloved
while i rest in peace
Ive been fully ungloved
Ill sleep, eyeballs still as beeds
An engravement to My daughter
N mother to
They might as well
Run to the well my souls in deep.mud
Tosse a coin for a tell, or a piece of thought
Why i went to the depts of hell
Deppression served me well
If u dont die u avoid my spell and its luck
End
Rest will go somewhere else
 
 
 
 
 
 
As it starts to build in,
Cuz it in our blood,
its really built in, tough.....
But enough!
Understand the grunt
Get a brain n run ** original end** part 2 bc beat is 1min 40🤦‍♂️🤷‍♂️
The frame of my building,
healing everytime we dreaming,
but controls cuz it steering...
Ull fold hes gearin!
 
Drives me insane,
floods my head strickly n tamed
 
When i get shoved,
Ill smoke a joint before ur jumped...
Ull be stunned
Try to duct my hands n guns
best of luck when ur stuck,
fighting my rank with luck
 
 
When u see me, ull zoom to a basement room
And look around and escape my school
 
But ill get u before,
ull ever find support,
before i pry ur nails too short
so u cant ignore anymore,..
Ull never grow out of a little boy..
 
u a girl..
its okay i wont avoid,
get paranoid
when i kill u for growth
and deploy, ur decoy
I think u get the point
 
Has ur eyes become pale,
Let the corpse implodes
with internal force,
as u die in jail
the pain is too intense
U sail
 
I might need a tent
diggin for hours on end
now cement hold the piece together whats next...
Distress
hope no one releases to press
those rooting flesh compound,
ill loose everything i worked for
Has my heart start to pounds...
 
ive figured out,
ill die alone
Not alone to realize ur soul
sowed to someone till u get old,
 
but u fly the drone,
questioning on the microphone...
ur on ur own,
Arriving to the next life when i shoot,
 
Steep angle to ur doom
Those thoughts catches me when im in a low mood
Get me ready for this world
Ull burn wounds into you
N bruise with just words
dont asume
Ul zoom by fast
Thought box, spot n grasp
Wont stop, adding details to serves ur ass
Ready for work
Stats up rise
With style
No relax
The placks start to pile
Ive Been ready for a while
 
Im ready glass is empty ,
but i have a thirst
Be steady to pack quickly,
before ull need a nurse!
 
What a curse
i grooved so sure
Its a purge
ill show u my work
 
When i get first on the mic
To prove i belong in this fight!
 
Get back to ur writting
If u think ull win, by fighting
Im so far still, uprising
On top ill never quit my climbing
Keep bribing ur kids is crying
 
*songs ends volume fading, u barely hearing last
Word( self note)** suicide boys rhythm🤷‍♂️😁🤦‍♂️

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