The Individual's Everlasting SOuL Lyrics

To Die a Death of Remorse Weak from Pain

What's the first thought

When you run my lines back

Best be doing that, while you puff the dime sack

Puff your chest but you scared of life, with a fucked up mind set

Fuck am I saying, damn I'm angry

But if I'm to fix it then what's fitting to make me

Spit it up like I'm a lil baby

Okay, this is crazy

I know I said it but the eyes is hazy like an IPA and

I'm fighting, chasing for a better life

I don't know the metrics, I can't measure mine

Yet it's better crying, then to spend denying

All the time I have, all the time I had

Lost in battle with the soul I sold, just to wallow sad, just to

Just to feel the pain, just to, just to run in rain

And you feel resistance, but you never stay

But you keep it pushing, cause another day, is another chance

You ain't had many, but you been the man

Or you been the woman, or you been the person we need

This to all my friends, this to me

This to the old version that I used to love

Served sole purpose but then when's enough

I can't decide so the world takes me

I can't be lied to what you take me, for a fool but this is for the genius

Not in study books but with your peoples

You can see emotions before they even grow em

You ain't even hold 'em, you just even homie

What's the first thought

What's the first thought

When you run my lines

When you run my lines

When you run my lines back

Best be doing that

Best be fucking with me

Best you come with plenty

Best you come prepared before I put em there

Before I fuck around before I end you here

What's the first thought

What's the first thought

When you run my lines

When you run my lines

When you run my lines back

Best be doing that

Best be fucking with me

Best you come with plenty

Best you come prepared before I put em there

Before I fuck around before I end you here

What's your second intention

Ulterior, fall inferior

I mean, what the fuck's the message

This for gain, and you say it's not

But you cater pop, and that don't cater pops

It's like, what the fuck is this shit

Like how you changing and you don't improve

Like how you make it when you only lose

They told me, fools

They say you'll never make it

Not cause I'm caucasian, but the fucking odds

But shit, if I'm so fucking hot

How do I stop? How I hit the brakes?

How do you not?

Keep it going cause you know it's great

Shit, I don't know man, I don't know man

I don't fucking know

I could keep on asking, but I should probably go

I mean you could be my passion, but then what would be wrote?

But then again who knows? I could juggle both

Loving you and loving them, the goal that I approach

A goal I will exceed

For those who forget

I'm chosen just to spit

Not known for these beats

But I'm, hoping you can see

Why I write like I am fighting

Why I'd die for just a line man

This ain't coke but what I breathe