Untitledsixthtrack by Architect Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Once twice I backtrack to back christ
Lord knows I’m guilty of some white lies
First track and two more for instance
Gotta keep my motives open you keep your distance
Assistance needed if the sacred scroll don’t hold
Me down, left hearing voices home alone
A blasphemous frown one of things they don’t allow
Burnt candle wax and a devil with his holy crowd
How’s that chief?
Making me believe i’m a curse and not me
Feeling all betrayed your rituals anomalies
Somebody please help this man psychologically
(are you ok?)
I think i need a moment to rid myself of you and these foreign omens
I’ve been forced with pills they’re telling me I’m weirdly potent
Riddance required and the robes the only one who knows it?
What?
I don’t like your ‘hack it off’ down low
How so?
Many men before you made my frown grow
Alcove’s telling me to open up a bit more
So I can slip myself into a slumber
For you take this ‘self’ away what a bummer
‘The power of Christ compels this summer
Begone spirit, leave this boy of colour
Pack your bags and don’t you bother another in fact leave this-'
Thunder
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Made an album, ‘that’s nice’
Song production, white nights
MOODBOARD was a comeback to people who said I lack life
Go and grab me that knife gonna kill this tense strife
Slicing through your laces I’m passive aggressive; hate fights
And I hate my bars and I hate rights
When i fade to black I guarantee I won’t see light
Not a lie, gonna play myself once I retry
Now he’s fucking sad, but a friend once wrote that boys don’t cry
I’m fine, that’s a lie
I’ll try, that’s a lie
I’m nice, that’s the fucking truth and another lie
Doing shit that I don’t like
I’ve got a temper, am I Fyfe?
Speaking quick I’m riding fast
Is he (censored)
How dare you ask
How is he so fucking good, he got it from that nigga Bast
A serious man, he never laughs
His raging flow will never last
Once twice I backtrack to back christ
Lord knows I’m guilty of some white lies
First track and two more for instance
Gotta keep my motives open you keep your distance
Assistance needed if the sacred scroll don’t hold
Me down, left hearing voices home alone
A blasphemous frown one of things they don’t allow
Burnt candle wax and a devil with his holy crowd
How’s that chief?
Making me believe i’m a curse and not me
Feeling all betrayed your rituals anomalies
Somebody please help this man psychologically
(are you ok?)
I think i need a moment to rid myself of you and these foreign omens
I’ve been forced with pills they’re telling me I’m weirdly potent
Riddance required and the robes the only one who knows it?
What?
I don’t like your ‘hack it off’ down low
How so?
Many men before you made my frown grow
Alcove’s telling me to open up a bit more
So I can slip myself into a slumber
For you take this ‘self’ away what a bummer
‘The power of Christ compels this summer
Begone spirit, leave this boy of colour
Pack your bags and don’t you bother another in fact leave this-'
Thunder
[Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Made an album, ‘that’s nice’
Song production, white nights
MOODBOARD was a comeback to people who said I lack life
Go and grab me that knife gonna kill this tense strife
Slicing through your laces I’m passive aggressive; hate fights
And I hate my bars and I hate rights
When i fade to black I guarantee I won’t see light
Not a lie, gonna play myself once I retry
Now he’s fucking sad, but a friend once wrote that boys don’t cry
I’m fine, that’s a lie
I’ll try, that’s a lie
I’m nice, that’s the fucking truth and another lie
Doing shit that I don’t like
I’ve got a temper, am I Fyfe?
Speaking quick I’m riding fast
Is he (censored)
How dare you ask
How is he so fucking good, he got it from that nigga Bast
A serious man, he never laughs
His raging flow will never last