Life or Death by Joey Phoenix Lyrics
Hook:
Talk is cheap they all speak softly cuz they hearts is weak I get deep
Talk is cheap the same song on repeat and they all off beat I get deep 2x
Verse 1:
Bet a fortune and rest assured that as long as the devil's at war with heaven's angelic forces I'll set it off
I'd sever the heart from my chest and pray the scar gets infected 'fore I let what you're saying alter me
I'll never change
Until my corpse is stretched in a memorial session won't waste a moment resting I'll take control of my own destiny
Had to give 'em a taste of they're own medicine in case they hoped I'd forget it when they strangled and choked me with hate
Nope, that was just a catalyst for havoc nigga
Revenge attack bitch I'm strapped and I'm trigger happy
Fuck living average, I'm killing shit on tracks 'til I crash on my victory lap and the windshield shatters
And my mind keeps racing
High speed, no time to put my feet on the breaks the finish line been behind me but I'm riding to see something greater
And when I reach it Imma seize it to make 'em believe
Hook:
Talk is cheap they all speak softly cuz they hearts is weak I get deep
Talk is cheap the same song on repeat and they all off beat I get deep 2x
Verse 2:
Since a toddler in kindergarten I've been shitted on and disregarded the memories haunt me til my will is gone
If you witnessed the shit I saw you'd be twisted as Jigsaw blended wit Dahmer and sentenced to the mental hospital
I live at war with the mirror image
Thoughts corkscrewing instrumentals to get rid of this feeling of torture
Hardly interested in partying with bitches to end up another nigga with lost ambition who thought with his dick
Nah, and they telling my I'll never grow cuz I ain't listening to shit unless it's in my headphones
Sometimes niggas can't tell if the devil's approaching until he's crept up slow and set them up to go to hell
I face the sky and pray that life is in God's hands and if it ain't then I should die and be lost in the sands
Yea, what if the planet's just revolving and spinning to make us slaves to this fatal cycle of dollars and cents
We just falling for the tricks
Hook:
Talk is cheap they all speak softly cuz they hearts is weak I get deep
Talk is cheap the same song on repeat and they all off beat I get deep 2x
Talk is cheap they all speak softly cuz they hearts is weak I get deep
Talk is cheap the same song on repeat and they all off beat I get deep 2x
Verse 1:
Bet a fortune and rest assured that as long as the devil's at war with heaven's angelic forces I'll set it off
I'd sever the heart from my chest and pray the scar gets infected 'fore I let what you're saying alter me
I'll never change
Until my corpse is stretched in a memorial session won't waste a moment resting I'll take control of my own destiny
Had to give 'em a taste of they're own medicine in case they hoped I'd forget it when they strangled and choked me with hate
Nope, that was just a catalyst for havoc nigga
Revenge attack bitch I'm strapped and I'm trigger happy
Fuck living average, I'm killing shit on tracks 'til I crash on my victory lap and the windshield shatters
And my mind keeps racing
High speed, no time to put my feet on the breaks the finish line been behind me but I'm riding to see something greater
And when I reach it Imma seize it to make 'em believe
Hook:
Talk is cheap they all speak softly cuz they hearts is weak I get deep
Talk is cheap the same song on repeat and they all off beat I get deep 2x
Verse 2:
Since a toddler in kindergarten I've been shitted on and disregarded the memories haunt me til my will is gone
If you witnessed the shit I saw you'd be twisted as Jigsaw blended wit Dahmer and sentenced to the mental hospital
I live at war with the mirror image
Thoughts corkscrewing instrumentals to get rid of this feeling of torture
Hardly interested in partying with bitches to end up another nigga with lost ambition who thought with his dick
Nah, and they telling my I'll never grow cuz I ain't listening to shit unless it's in my headphones
Sometimes niggas can't tell if the devil's approaching until he's crept up slow and set them up to go to hell
I face the sky and pray that life is in God's hands and if it ain't then I should die and be lost in the sands
Yea, what if the planet's just revolving and spinning to make us slaves to this fatal cycle of dollars and cents
We just falling for the tricks
Hook:
Talk is cheap they all speak softly cuz they hearts is weak I get deep
Talk is cheap the same song on repeat and they all off beat I get deep 2x