Flatline by MattRRuiz Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Life has been the same painting I need me some ups or downs fuck this flatline
I’m chasing all kinds of feelings so when I see weed, LSD or 523’s I say thats mine
Think back to my momma when things are not fine
Multiple stab wounds to my back thats why I num amy spine
Bummed there is few of my kind
Mom crazy you’ll be gone one day they bring tears to my eye
Fears to my mind
Near I hear the devil with his chime
I open up the door for him this time, yeah
Cause I’d rather feel something than nothing
From nothing theres something
Looking at diablo like sup then
Trying to find his try me button
Crossing boundaries I don’t wait for huttin
Straight killing then i get to guttin
Regret to those who tried to do this mut in
Set & go to town on her muffin
Gotta butter her up before I get to stuffing
Doggie out of the house it’s a rough inn
[Verse 2]
Knock knock it's the devil at the door, playing doctor
Its cracking like adjustments to your spinal cord
A gust of wind you are the fuck you smiling for
I must admit I keep you in a box labeled, file of whores
I final the score
Heart broken at 19, now dial in a 4
I done learned I’m the exact motherfucker I was looking for
Yeah, I’m the only person I ever need anymore
Shed off old skin like sycamores
Need help?
Pick a spore
I Feed off energy pick a chord
Life has been the same painting I need me some ups or downs fuck this flatline
I’m chasing all kinds of feelings so when I see weed, LSD or 523’s I say thats mine
Think back to my momma when things are not fine
Multiple stab wounds to my back thats why I num amy spine
Bummed there is few of my kind
Mom crazy you’ll be gone one day they bring tears to my eye
Fears to my mind
Near I hear the devil with his chime
I open up the door for him this time, yeah
Cause I’d rather feel something than nothing
From nothing theres something
Looking at diablo like sup then
Trying to find his try me button
Crossing boundaries I don’t wait for huttin
Straight killing then i get to guttin
Regret to those who tried to do this mut in
Set & go to town on her muffin
Gotta butter her up before I get to stuffing
Doggie out of the house it’s a rough inn
[Verse 2]
Knock knock it's the devil at the door, playing doctor
Its cracking like adjustments to your spinal cord
A gust of wind you are the fuck you smiling for
I must admit I keep you in a box labeled, file of whores
I final the score
Heart broken at 19, now dial in a 4
I done learned I’m the exact motherfucker I was looking for
Yeah, I’m the only person I ever need anymore
Shed off old skin like sycamores
Need help?
Pick a spore
I Feed off energy pick a chord