TERROR PACKETS

Lyrics for TERROR PACKETS

Where was you at when I had to trap Just to pay for my hormones? Selling white kids mid, claim it's from a grid But the shit really homegrown Dad can you help me afford transition? Disowned through a cell phone The look in his face, soul displaced He don't know me no more Smoking so many cigs, my lungs got digs From fuckin' up the ozone So much bootleg move through my body My veins Al Capone Mom says Fenty won't make me a woman I beat my cheekbones Conceal a jawline Harder than the block stood on by a P-Stone Now these shawties really wanna fuck me Trust me, I don't еven feel lucky That's the best I'll gеt It's shit when they say they love me Is you really proud of me? A comedian when you show me Is you really down for me? You a wraith when things get ugly I am just dick to these hoes Throw out my heart tie my stomach in knots I am just dick to these hoes Why do you always assume I'm a top? I am just dick to these hoes Until the government says that I'm not I am just dick to these hoes I'm just a dick to these hoes Terror packets in my early habits On the verge of losing my soul I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing (But the herb is keeping me warm) I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back As it burns it's heaving my nose I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness Terror packets with a wave of sadness Terror packets in my early habits On the verge of losing my soul I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing (But the herb is keeping me warm) I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back As it burns it's heaving my nose I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness Terror packets with a wave of sadness Pythons, Lycans, bite 'em, right like Tyson Lifeless, lightning, strike 'em, fight them, aite then and it's Vampires, warlocks, campfire, Zoloft Voltron, Ultron, locked and loaded stop this, go on and I wonder if I'm in love with the shame I numb it away, but I always got somethin' to say Back then I took a bump in the face To feel dead like my government name The weak bent as the rummages play Think Genghis, the bloodiest way Feet dangling, The Hunters' refrain Think Zangief, a couple of strays And I dealt with too many punks And I been groomed in a bunch Life was just losers and drugs Abusers and using, I took a few just for lunch I need a few of em blunts Tooth crooked and done I was the crookiest one I need a noose and a pump The doobiest hun Fuck it the dubious bum Up to my shoes in some rum Terror packets in my early habits On the verge of losing my soul I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing (But the herb is keeping me warm) I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back As it burns it's heaving my nose I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness Terror packets with a wave of sadness Terror packets in my early habits On the verge of losing my soul I see the terror happening just from where I'm standing (But the herb is keeping me warm) I feel the ember gasses everywhere and back As it burns it's heaving my nose I see the terror packets with a wave of sadness Terror packets with a wave of sadness