Black Licorice - Getting Closer Lyrics

Don't know what I wanna do
But sit here and talk to you
Don't know a better way
To help me get out what I'm trynna say
Think it matters, but it don't
Gotta satchel like you aren't cut throat
Feeling lingers, last all-day
Last line is a throwaway

Perpetually debilitated state
It's pretty freeing to me
Irrationally irritate
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Perpetually debilitated state
It's pretty freeing to me
Irrationally irritate
Your hate and spite embeds in me

I trip and fumble like a diamond sinks
Stunned in place and I can't say more
Your foxy howl like a lying Mynx
Such a rush from a lackadaisical whore
I think it matters, but it don't
You gotta satchel like you aren't cutthroat
Feeling lingers, last all-day
Last line is a throwaway

Perpetually debilitated state
It's pretty freeing to me
Irrationally irritate
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Perpetually debilitated state
It's pretty freeing to me
Irrationally irritate
Your hate and spite embeds in me

There's such a rush, it's feeling closer
Such a rush, it's flowing harder
Such a rush, I see you baby in
Such a rush of getting closer
Such a rush, it's feeling closer
Such a rush, it's flowing harder
Such a rush, I see you baby in
Such a rush of getting closer
Huh

Perpetually debilitated state
It's pretty freeing to me
Irrationally irritate
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Perpetually debilitated state
It's pretty freeing to me
Irrationally irritate
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Your hate and spite embeds in me
Your hate and spite embeds in me