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Soulless/Solace by GG Lich Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

Here I stand at the crossroads
Trying to make a deal
We both know each other's terms
Shake so my fate is sealed
Dont even want my broken soul
No hope of it being healed
Just make me a king for awhile
Then end me whenever you feel
Like I've gotten moneys worth
Send a hound to drag me from earth
Take off with my infinite before I see my rebirth
My world has turned to hell
You couldn't send me somewhere worse
Let my fame peak when my brain leaks, immortalize my works
Let me become a legend when they load me in a hearse
Let the kids call me a prophet when they stumble on this verse
Let my ego last til death I dont want to be humble or worse
Don't let me become someone who's soulless and still hurts
Deal?
I feel like I'm dragging anchors
These feelings of pain and anger
And when things start going right
I feel like my lifes in danger
I like to gamble with my life
But it's my soul that I want to wager
I'm not afraid of taking blows
Just where I'll step when I stagger
Let me shine in their lights
Before I dance in your flames
Let me fly to those heights
And leave my body with a name
I wanna have the dopest plot
In the crowded yard full of graves
I've already been sinning steady
So its not like I'll be getting saved
Ablaze with my ambitions
I stay making these bad decisions
Running a marathon with scissors and I keep on fuckin slippin
I'll reach the finish line that's given, doesn't matter what condition
So cut me up another line and let me drink til I lose vision
Listen
I'm picking up the peices but I swear that some are missin
And I know that I could shine but my pits too dark to glisten
I just want my dreams to pan out while I've got a pot to piss in
The value of gold changes, how is my worth any different?
How is my worth any different?
How can I face what's beyond this
When these finites overwhelm
Greatness is all I inteded
This road I know too well
I don't ever speak to God I've got nothing nice to tell him
Always talking to myself I've got nothing nice to tell him
Searching for satan a sorrowful soul to sell him
Pushing limits not pushing daisies give me the flowers while I can smell em