#6day I do this for the pain I do this for my loss There’s nothing that I gain Except for getting my point across Living life getting high City lights dimly bright When I write I’m the boss When in Rome rock like a mineral Finna rust Funeral Elephant in the room Better off Be alone Beat it up Get a room Looking up To the moon All my dead I’ll see you soon In my head we’re reaching doom WhT I said I’m preaching too False prophets Are non stopping Watch often Who you speaking to