Lyrics
Reynolds in the cut
Yea
You could call me Mr Rager
Im in and out of phases
Flowing through different pages
Been searching for something major
I'm just
Caught in a cycle
Fighting like Im Michael
For my life though
Removing toxins like its liposuction
Function without a clue or form of hope
I dont know single frog
But I seen too many croak
It got me
Feeling jumpy
Neck wrapped in a rope but then
That would be so futile
And just the thought is more than sickening
Cant be rickety
Thats the devils voice beckoning
Calling me to his reckoning
Secular life is sectioning
They separate from precession performing acts of Satan
They tryna rule our nation
Who do you think you playing
And why you hating
Theres no escaping
The paining
Its draining to keep on chasing
But Im not waiting
Floral arrangements at my own wake and
Im waking up sweaty from the nightmares that this life is steady causing
To see a man complacent is even more alarming
But I know its a new age on the dawning
So Im up in the morning refraining from any mourning or self harming
Im calming myself
Mentally arming myself
Im always ready stay ready theres never rest
To the top of the Everest never less than my very best I
Wont stop till my veins have run cold
Im still saving my soul crimson red trails in the snow
What did you think it would be
Have you not heard
Its never the way that it seems
You wanna live out your dreams
Nightmares will come
Nobodys hearing the screams
Some of the love is a scheme
Just for the cream people will do anything
You better guard yourself
Life is a war
Life is a war
WRITERS
Dillon Apelgren, Patrick Reynolds
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
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Top Emotion
Sadness
Sentiment
Theme
Abuse and Violence
