Everything that I am rearranging
Everything that I was slowly changing
I would love to beat the face
Of any motherfucker that's thinkin' they can change me
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold
If you're wantin' a piece of me, I broke the motherfuckin' mold
I'm drowning in your wake, shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete, gums bleeding
Everything that I am rearranging
Everything that I was slowly changing
I struggle in violated space
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me
Hang from their Ts rated PG insight
I ain't sellin' my soul when there's nothing to buy
I'm livid in my space, pissing in my face
Fuck you while you try to fuck me
Everything that I am rearranging
You ain't fuckin' changing me
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Everything that I am rearranging
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing suicide
Suckin' on a motherfuckin' tailpipe
Dead man walking on a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel
WRITERS
Chad L. Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, Ryan Martinie