CHARCHOAL lyrics

[Verse 1: SCISSORHAND]
So f*cking paranoid, I sit back wait for my heart to explode
f*cking weak that I can't bring myself to rest in my own home
I got issues that I'm dealing with, so let me be alone
Take a polaroid of all my fears, pin it to my dome
Nothing left, drained all the blood that I've bled
I'm blind, only colour that I see is red
I'm ashamed of the skin that I've shed
I dine, only thing that I taste is lead
Insomnia got me picking at my flesh
And my paranoia got me in a f*cking mess
I'ma let loose in a mess
I'ma let loose cuz I feel death prowl
I hit up homie like "Yo Biv, let's makе them f*cking scream"
Scizzy and Mercy thе hardest the underground has seen
sh*t got me dizzy, get gritty my aura colored green
Schoolboy Q in this b*tch, banking those collard greens
Sick of all of you leeches, scene is in pieces, I gotta fix this sh*t
I am all of your weakness, you are just schemers, you cannot trick me b*tch
Think that you got potential, driving all of those f*cking rentals boy
You gotta weak mental, all you trap boys, think you metal

[Verse 2: Biv]
Wig split, finna put that b*tch up on my hit list
Dipsh*t, told me I was nothing so I p*ssed it
Off with my wrist slit, coughin' up my b*tch fit
Miss this, couldn't find they lane so I picked it
f*ck a budget, b*tch I'm showing up with something
I can tell that I mean nothing, yuh
f*ck a budget, b*tch I'm showing up with something
Why you caught up all the sudden?
f*ck, what they sayin, I got times a-wastin'
You ain't never save him, boy don't test my patience
Only in your statements, who the f*ck you playin?
How you finna make it? b*tch don't keep me waitin'
[Chorus: Biv & SCISSORHAND]
f*cked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm f*cked up
f*cked up
You ain't tryna see me when I'm f*cked up

[Verse 3: Biv]
Put a rack in homie's hand, just because I can
Still ain't good enough for man, get more than I plan
Smoke a couple packs and think they livin' off the land
Home of the free, caskets for the broke and damned, yeah
I'm better off workin' nights
Not the vulture type, but still the one to earn my stripes
Tryna get my money right, put fam in better light
Then eat a 30 clip and call this sh*t a life, yeah

[Chorus: Biv & SCISSORHAND]
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked-
You ain't tryna see me when I'm
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*cked up