~ HYPOCRITE ~ Suddenly, you switched Shoulda known Believed you were legit, my bro Not only that, oh no Decieved me like a bitch So foolish, I've become I shoulda known (gon) You are such a hypocrite You're forgetting who you were Don't know who you are anymore What was all that for? That whole time you were just high My fault, I shoulda known Something wasn't right I see things clearly now Alright, alright So that's how it is Okay, okay About my business Go light, go light My future past-tense Okay, okay My sutures fast-pressed Fast paced (paced) Paving my own way So faceless today Pull up in a tank & bust down a gate Reverse of last place Immersed, no mistakes Immersed in a daze King, cursed You a knave, yea King of Curses You a knave I got my enclave I got my enclave You are just a knave, yea You were just a hypocrite (What the fuck) (What the fuck) No justification You just a hypocrite, oh no No justification You just a hypocrite Get out my nation (This the invocation, yea) In Hell, but I'm on vacation (On vacation)more

Tempo 160 BPM Loudness -11.28db Time Signature 4/4 Energy 51% Danceability 79% Positiveness 57% Speechiness 10% Liveness 14% Instrumentalness 68% Maschine MK2, Akai MPK25 25Key, Daw FL Studiomore

◇ Fuck Genre ◇ refuse to break the chain, refrain it's hangin from my shame it swang, collectin Cobain's ashes neuron's firin my brain nerdy-ropin wires askin if desire's worth the pain no it ain't rather ingrain my veins in substance is this somethin i can take? trip with safe break the lock switch the blade make it talk ayy it's sayin things i wanna hear might leave a stain might live in fear of what tomorrow brings we hollow kings we lo$t our crown on hallowed ground ☆×☆ at dawn is when this star was found me hit the gallows in ur town he sing & battle underground me think we cattle-cutters now ~ [these] people shallow, send them hounds go hunt em down, left [to be] found dead another whip left [to be] [im]pounded one more sip'll leave LB six feet down [] drownin... ☆×☆ fuck the court, and fuck the judgement [it's] such a flawed & fucked-up system insanity is inner vision instantly, his inhibitions ain't habituated in hills aimin at a fuckin fuckboy's ventilation gentrification of our entire civilization flipped up six of pentacles, it's Satan since the start, thas what this name is ya that's what i'm sayin say ten afformations hot like sauce, then call me Cajun ain't no savin me, LB see it thru image is unsavory remainin unphased in face of all these things that she put me thru me going too insane while waitin chase a high, may place a bet that i regret but that's what make it worth it when i winmore