Inkwater - Dead Inside Lyrics

Why everybody wanna act relevant, but they really ain't got nothing to say?
I'm looking at you niggas like "andale"
Cuz everything you've ever had could be gone today
You should have hit the bong today
A fire take your folks, put them all away
A storm in the sky could put you on your ass by yourself
With no one else that can help with all the pain
I got the sauce and it's Balinese
And I'm on that Poupon, it's grey
Pull the glizzy out, and I ain't even gotta aim
Hit a nigga named Nathan with the ricochet
I call that nigga unfortu-Nate
Wetted up just like a porpoise face
If you really think I'm morbid, great
You're perceiving at a tortoise pace
And I don't even really worry anymore these days
Cuz the competition's getting more than fake

Bitch, who is your mans?
Better go get him cuz I got the plan
I'm getting money, bitch, I'm getting bands
And no, you cannot hit the blunt in my hand
My homies original fans, and all of em taking priority, that's a demand
No compromising, cut you off like circumcising
Bar mitzvah, you ain't a man
That's on god, nigga I don't give a f*ck who told you otherwise
That's a lie
You need to get your head up out your hindside, look alive
See the fear in your eyes
You might as well be out in space; no one's hearing your cries, yeah
Ever since I can remember I've been struggling to cope with the fact that I am not the same as the ones around me
Pussy niggas talking shit about me like it's gon make a difference
Y'all can stay on the bottom level without me

The end of our species is clearly upon us, but if I'm honest, I do not give a f*ck
The shit we predict isn't promised, don't look astonished, you're only here cuz of luck
And you feel so entitled to getting the shit that you want when you want it
That shit I call privilege, having a want is a luxury, no Christmas list, I'm so disconnected from my own damn existence, it's been an ordeal, you can miss me with all of the drama and listlessness, never a witness, call the police best believe me bro I ain't been seeing shit
You're an easy lick, squeeze the blick
I can tell a whole ass bitch when I see one
I bet you don't even know how to use your fists
That's why I just cuffed your bitch in the new whip

Fight me, and you'll get more than just a fat lip, I'll bite you on the jugular and redefine the pain you're in
No mercy, 25, still savage, I give no f*cks and f*ck you if you think I'm average
There are no other niggas going hard like me, my style's difficult to maintain like a Harvard degree
And I don't really f*ck with the crowd, so I'm hard to see
While most of y'all got no bite and bark like a tree, woah

I'm not a genius, but I'm smarter than you
It's never helped me much in life except for making these tunes
But still depression wants me dead like I'm decrepit and used
So when I'm gone don't plagiarize me, imma still need the views
F*ck the industry, the shit's a joke and f*ck who you know
I took the solo route cuz other niggas moving too slow
F*ck a chain, I'm from Seattle imma buy me a coat
And if you think that makes me cheap, bitch my dick you can blow
If you would only stop fronting
All you wanted was a free meal, so I ditched you like it's nothing
Now I'm in the suburbs smashing pumpkins
Like a socially awkward white kid ostracized from a public function
Tell me what's your function, girl? What do you even do?
From what I hear you do nothing but sit around and look cute
Now I ain't saying that's a problem or that it's bad
But if that's all I wanted, bitch, I'd buy a f*cking cat