DEAR MOM. by ENVY* (Group) Lyrics

[Chorus: Hazy Dael]
Ay, whats your karma weight
Tell me whats your karma weight
Tiko you a renegade
Finish of your karma plate
Now whats your karma weight
Now whats your karma weight

Tiko you a renegade
Finish off your karma plate

[Chorus: Fat B]
Wipe my tears down
Let me face my fears
(4x)

[Verse 1: Quest]
Feeling shit cause i'm nemesis imma ignorant without company
Who the fuck my enemy is well, biatch
Please
Please
Please
Please
I know i'll never have shit
Died slow in a pit
Bury me for what i spit
Wait!

Renegade pound faces for embodiment
Vindicate for open taboo's of pentagon
Put it downward, fallen kingdom babylon
Sunk into deep let me extinct great megalodon

[Verse 2: Anima]
Motherfucker i dont give a fuck what you think
Bath me in your blood let me sink
Spill your guts let us have a feast
Walking shadow creep when you sleep
Bitch
To be hamlet
Who me? Anubis
Suck your blood, leech
Better commit seppuku
Before i come to siphon life from you
B-b-blast off
Bitch you better mask off
I can't see your future bloodclot chop your head off
Clutch your neck like Im cobra
[Chorus: Fat B]
Wipe my tears down
Let me face my fears
(4x)

[Verse 3: Hazy Dael]
Im feelin hella sick
Now call a doctor
Im the baddest bitch
Stingin acupuncture
Im an 06
With a madt culture
An apocalypse
Waitin time for rapture
I dont take 5s
I dont take 2s
Im the realest bitch
With a bad news
Sayin Sayonara
Leavin bad bruise
Better call me karma
I come around to get you

Lack of confidence man fuck my mental
With a melody I’m an instrumental
Aching sick of takin knowing no is the answer
Let the mind be fucked from the genius rental
Black ops dead cops brand cops fake cops that i don’t fuck with
One Glock tick tock deadshot guns up headshot
Shoot
[Verse 4: Isiah]
Do a Beckham on reality
Murder my demons and the thoughts that be killing me
Im
Killing my self, like a felony
I am a slave to my thoughts, like a cherokee
(uhhhm)
Lately my family and friends they be failin me
All of my loved ones are gone
They ain't feeling me
Fuck
I ain't even feeling me
Fuck

I can't cope for shit, i can't cope for shit
Slit My wrist
Maybe im better off dead coz i can't cope for shit
(x2)

Im fucking beat up in this bitch, need a vacation
Im fucking tired of these pointless coversations
Im fucking anxious, and im caught up in depression
Theres a party in my head, no invitations

[Chorus: Fat B & Isiah]
Wipe my tears down
Let me face my fears
(4x)

Fuck
I can't cope for shit, i can't cope for shit
Slit my wrist
Maybe im better off dead coz i can't cope for shit
(x2)