Subculture Sage Overly Dead
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
So if doing what I'm believing means standing on my own
No-one to drive it when I'm tryna' find the zone
But I be put in front of these people because I rhyme on microphones
For a purpose that works, that proves I'm not lightning zones
So be it, I do as I say so said 'I mean it'
You accept me as I am, I know my past weren't the cleanest
But if music is the answer to the future as I see it
And I stand alone with yours no matter what I believe in
(La la)
(La la la la)
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(La la)
So this is what it's like to not have any friends?
Shit happens when nobodies there
Nobody moves because nobody cares
My insides feel like they're overly dead
Overly dead, to the popular kids this goes over the head
And when it drops I'm gonna hit
I'll be rolling on sets
Sat on a kick, while holding a snare
Holding a stare
With closed eyes, bullet close to my chest
With the lights and the lasers and the strobes in effect but
In slow motion I'm holding my breath
Release, blow out the air
The baseline's rolling again
These drugs controlling again
Is this real? Is it all in my head?
(La la)
(La la la la)
(La la la la)
(La la)