Wake by Troyleft Lyrics
Fell asleep, hoping that you’d never wake
Funerals on zoom without their set dates
Running off of fumes since eleventh grade
10,000 hours and it’s still feeling like second rate
Meditate, set it straight, still slanted
Doc opping full Luger with the Lex, chilled frantic
Pills like bullets, dry pullin all of thy feelings
Outside looking numb, inside spun out on my ceiling
Man made fan blade snapping from inertia
Fuck around wallowing, the past is gonna hurt ya
Gotta Future like Hendrix, these drugs are gonna murk ya
Demons in the froth doth not outwork ya
How to pеrc up without the sets
In a dungeon with somе iron, getting to the reps
Living to the next fire then extinguishing
Digging deep, keeping the will you’re not relinquishing
That or street sweeping, releasing that delinquent shit
Call them up and tell them ayo, we should link a bit
Never tried the Yayo, but been feeling Tony
Moving units in unison by the g slowly
Sun chasing get set ablaze and it’s peace, homie
Chunk a deuce and pour a four out if you see Kobe
Time fractured like a hairline it's receding slowly
Taking all of it day by day to complete the whole week
Til' we're feeling holy
And if I wake before I die it’d be a first
Reverse time, backpedaling in the hearse
A cursed line, back meddling where it shouldn’t
Symptomatic of calling out whoever stood in
And if I die before I wake it’d be a first
Reverse time, backpedaling in the hearse
A cursed line, back meddling where it shouldn’t
Symptomatic of calling out imposters that had stood in
Funerals on zoom without their set dates
Running off of fumes since eleventh grade
10,000 hours and it’s still feeling like second rate
Meditate, set it straight, still slanted
Doc opping full Luger with the Lex, chilled frantic
Pills like bullets, dry pullin all of thy feelings
Outside looking numb, inside spun out on my ceiling
Man made fan blade snapping from inertia
Fuck around wallowing, the past is gonna hurt ya
Gotta Future like Hendrix, these drugs are gonna murk ya
Demons in the froth doth not outwork ya
How to pеrc up without the sets
In a dungeon with somе iron, getting to the reps
Living to the next fire then extinguishing
Digging deep, keeping the will you’re not relinquishing
That or street sweeping, releasing that delinquent shit
Call them up and tell them ayo, we should link a bit
Never tried the Yayo, but been feeling Tony
Moving units in unison by the g slowly
Sun chasing get set ablaze and it’s peace, homie
Chunk a deuce and pour a four out if you see Kobe
Time fractured like a hairline it's receding slowly
Taking all of it day by day to complete the whole week
Til' we're feeling holy
And if I wake before I die it’d be a first
Reverse time, backpedaling in the hearse
A cursed line, back meddling where it shouldn’t
Symptomatic of calling out whoever stood in
And if I die before I wake it’d be a first
Reverse time, backpedaling in the hearse
A cursed line, back meddling where it shouldn’t
Symptomatic of calling out imposters that had stood in