Subconscious (Prod. Pap)

Yeah, yeah

 

Don't let the ghosts put a hand on your shoulder

As you grow weak, you can feel your body colder

No sensations until it all washes over

The pain defies and your crashed in a red Toyota

Paralyzed by fear, and infiltrated by madness

Would you rather get killed by reality or magic?

Crumbling beneath you, you feel something pass it

Producing you and leaving you until you grasp it

Bodies stacking by coldhearts with no shame

No riches, no car, no business and no name

How they build defences when they finish they sentence

And end it with a period and start moving reckless

Buy a necklace, ruin your capitalist society

Fear for the future is the only thing that's drivin' me

I think out of many, out of one that can be amended

I'd rather finish a paragraph than finish a sentence

I let my inner thoughts escape, and now they be livin'

Would you rather be a hero or watch yourself become a villain

 

My subconscious is takin' over

The pain's over, world's growing colder

My subconscious is takin' over

The pain's over, world's growing colder

 

Throw away your money and let your banks have the rest

I'll buy a rank, see the fakes, prank, buy planks, be the best

I'll have been sank, with the length and the sales at my chest

I'll wail but I'll fail, and never hail all my pests

Let me be in the series, the TV's pretty eerie, tryna live my worst

Growing with thirst, worried if I'll ever be in first, maybe I can be less

Or maybe grow a nest, pest, test and get rest, then maybe it can work

Struggling with my inner thoughts of success, less is only more

Now I'm struggling for fear, but gettin' exed and never X'ing tests

Checking less, beggin' necks, rank will have sank in the flesh

But I'll prank all for the length, get success and start to press

More energy on the banks, and we test and we'll be less

 

My subconscious is takin' over

The pain's over, world's growing colder

My subconscious is takin' over

The pain's over, world's growing colder