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you’re listening to graveyard fm

intro
tap in where the b~tches at though yess sirr we trynna kick it
and all yall b~tches are still broke

verse 1
man, f~ck all that fake enlightened rapper sh~t y’all pushin’
every interview sound like therapy mixed with ass kissin’
everybody “misunderstood” and “fightin’ inner demons”
whole time they biggest struggle’s bad tweets and ego bruises (mmph)
i can’t relate to dudes addicted to attention
who build personalities entirely off perception
you can hear when somebody never lived what they mention
pain sound different when it actually left an impression
(facts)
y’all love actin’ damaged long as women think it’s deep (woooo)
turn self~destruction into aesthetics over beats
then call it “art” while your whole circle secretly weak
just a room full of broken egos too scared to speak
y’all pose with them fake~ass cars that’s leased (leased)
that could never be me, sh~t ain’t stitched in my genes
(real sh~t)
maybe ‘cause i ain’t got a license — eat a d~ck, b~tch please
still more driven than these copy~paste industry fiends
(yeet) ( skrrt)
why y’all flex like survival was hard?
you just peaked in the schoolyard, now you cosplay scars
probably had both parents and a clean~ass yard
now you rap about pain with designer on charge cards
(yeet)
talkin’ ‘bout “gettin’ b~tches” like that sh~t’s a prize
half them girls drain souls while they stare through your eyes
leave you empty, leave you broke, leave your spirit capsized
now you scroll through old pics just to feel alive
i’d rather fl!ck up with a fein doin’ michael jackson lean
(hee~hee)
whisperin’ to the concrete like “why you bein’ mean?”
eyes rolled back, soul hangin’ by a thread so thin
whole block smell like death and cheap dopamine
maybe that’s why i’m broke, i been breakin’ curses instead
spent twenty~eight years half~past dead, emotionally stillborn, misled
(you’re listening to graveyard fm… and even the demons said ‘d~mn.’)
so when i have a son, i’ll explain what wasn’t said
show him scars can heal, you don’t gotta live inside your head
(real sh~t!)

hook
y’all chase attention, i been chasin’ peace of mind
whole world flexin’ while they slowly die inside
everybody act fearless ‘til it’s fear in real time
then them internet gangsters go suspiciously quiet
i don’t care about status, chains, cars, or hype
none of that gon’ hold you when you hate your own life
i’m just tryna k!ll the sh~t my family normalized
so my son don’t inherit all the pain i survived

verse 2
this that sh~t from the gutter (yeah)
make your mother say i’m what’s wrong with america
like i’m manson mixed with generational debt (sheesh)
i’m sick with it / plain twisted with it
y’all hear the words /still don’t get it
i come from a generation that ain’t have a word for a crash out
motherf~cker, we just spazzed out !!
(cash…chill were gonna get f~cking cancelled.)
difference is back then n0body made a podcast about it n0body made a tiktok explaining it you lost your sh~t everybody knew it but don’t get it twisted there’s still lines you don’t cross
i’m tired of grown men acting like “no” is some foreign language
(‘respect these women boy)
y’all the reason girls scared to walk alone and that’s some real sh~t (talk sh~t!)
don’t put me in that box i got enough demons without borrowing yours (nah) meanwhile i been at war with myself since a kid (woo) tryna unlearn every toxic thing my bloodline did so if i sound angry, good — at least the sh~t real i’d rather bleed truth than sell another fake feel (facts)
i’ve been dead since birth or that’s how it feels some days never learned how to live just learned how to survive maybe i’m cursed
maybe it’s the generations before me / maybe trauma got passed down
like grandma’s furniture
(like hand~me~downs you know what im sayin???)
all i know is dread feels comfortable now most people run from it
i decorate the room with it
anxiety at the table
depression on the couch
and me?
the landlord of the haunted house (welcome home mother f~ckaaaa!)
i’ve been last my whole life
i’ve been last my whole life
i’ve been last
my whole life

interlude

my whole life felt like a waiting room
waiting for somebody to save me
waiting for an apology
waiting for sh~t to make sense
waiting for somebody to finally say
“yeah, what happened to you was f~cked up.”
then one day it hit me…
n0body was coming
not my family
not my friends
not some magical f~cking breakthrough
n0body
and weirdly enough…
that was the most freeing thing i ever learned
‘cause if n0body’s coming to save me…
then n0body gets to tell me who the f~ck i’m supposed to be either
i been last my whole life…


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