brainless - lonemoon

Ay you know I got the looks

Nympho talkin' all the voice so crooked

Too many songs, gotta stop being a rookie

Heart breaker but i broke da boy heart cooking

Mac on my shirt, ay you know you gotta leave

Scratching out the last of my heart to bring peace

Too many feelings, I’m reeling up from the heat

What’s he even saying?

The moon ain’t know to speak

I’m addicted to pain nawmsayin'

Blood trickle down the neck or the race, a damn shame

All i do is spit up and write, I’m so lame

Walk around the cut like a zombie with no brains

All my fuckin' homies they huffin' that cocaine

Yeah I’m final fantasy, comin' with key blades

Yea you know, I’m feeling like God, but insane

Some kinda monster you know I need my cage

All my fuckin' homies they huffin' that cocaine

Spending life in a cell is just somethin' I can’t take

Hit my phone up but homie, I can’t hang

Something untrue, that’s somethin' I can’t say

Throw away the trash oh, and don’t be a statistic

Front about a cashflow and look into the mirror

You’re alone now

Sitting in the back of the classroom

Relax dude, all of your classmates surpass you

You see i’m done with thinking these thoughts

I made plots, i’m becoming defensive like J Watt

Lay off, if you hounding my ass, i’m that fox

Small talk got a hella massages, and these locks

I’m a dead moon walking

Lead too shocking up in Davy Jones' locker

And I’m a lover, not a fighter

Legacy’s a wave and I’m not afraid to ride her

I’m a dead moon walking

Lead too shocking up in Davy Jones' locker

And I’m a lover, not a fighter

My legacy’s a wave and I’m not afraid to ride her