Necrophilia.. (🎧)
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•23 Oct 2019
3rd Track on the D.O.T EP. #DOT #T6S #EP #Tyler Lyrics Verse 1 Access to my blood yea your romance is chemical, Spiritual, Lie in front the altar trying to get you some, Typical, Spray to hide the smell masking agents, You been adding hours to your workday now you hate sex, Don't make sense, Cause even when I'm pumping you just play dead, Position anatomical your missionary statement, Drainage, You can suck me dry leave me hollow, So this hole inside my chest means I can come kill you tomorrow, Put a veil over my eyes so I can hide all of my sorrows, Cause my heart is under ground but I ain't got no hoes to borrow, Wait, I could grab you by the neck and put you six foot under, Get my shit say I'll be back but I'll just leave you with your mother. Guilty, At least you are until you're proven innocent, Hatred in my veins now erections give me hydrocele, Should have stayed away from this imbecile, But the potential of the pressure means actually- what the fuck is difference? If you saw the signs there's potential you could give into, Fiction to non-fiction when he actually put his dick in you, So tell me what's the difference between the two, I'm just confused, That you would do this and say to me that the pressure was the influence. Heartburn couldn't stomach it it hurt me to the core, -in her saw something different but I guess its simply just minorities, Your story's fulla so much shit could fucking trigger Morties. Lying still cause I can't move because this fucking Rigor Mortis, Got me. Chorus Looking at the gravestone wondering if it was real, Guess now that it's done we know it just ain't meant to be, Now it's gone I'm glad that it can finally can rest in peace, Is it necrophilia if our love is dead to me? Verse 2 Dumb shit, One sided shit don't get that at all, I don't pay attention to her even though she add her all, Dumb shit, Dick in her throat like a panadol, Cum quick, Body dehydration leave her agonal, Wait, Hold up, How the fuck you think you twisting this? Bitch I ain't that nigga who the fuck you think you messing with, You gone fuck on me and then you come through with this bull shit this, Maggot filled fucking corpse bitch you're fucking full of it. Forgive you? No, Bitch I feel evil, Jealous and anger use my veins like a vehicle, Read the room, I hope you can feel my frustration, Bitch you're full a shit I hope the fucker gave you anal, Second chances are for pussies cats get nine lives, This ain't Christ, I resurrect this Jesus it's gone die twice, Hand twitching, I can feel a cadaveric spasm, Wet between your legs I finally gave you that orgasm huh, Mute bitch, Now that I got my hand on a matic, I can use it, Voices in my head symbiotic, I wanna shoot this, Bitch, But I'm scared if I pop it, It'll be done too quick, I want her to feel my hatred through her body, Both hands, Round her neck when I held her close, Eyes rolling back now the bitch looking comatose, Spluttering nonsense, You could swear she had the Holy Ghost, I'll see you in hell oh shit- She's dead. Chorus Looking at your body wondering if it was real, Guess now that it's done we know it just ain't meant to be, Now you're gone I'm glad that I can finally can rest in peace, Is it necrophilia if our love is dead to me? How could lay your bed with another, I promised I'd leave you in a pit beside you mother, But, I'm having second thoughts about my actions I can't reset, Now my thoughts are filled with worry and my heart is filled with regret, Took it too far, I'm sure that I had other options, Now I wish I had do overs now my thoughts are anti-mortem, Really should have controlled myself should a let it slide, But fuck it we'll talk about it see you on the other side. I love you.
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@JK_GoTTem Yea. it's a little darker and my voice is a bit deeper than usual. Trying to tackle a few themes with the next few tracks.
@Wazzy Definitely a different sound from you fam! I'm not sure what to think of this yet.
3rd Track on the D.O.T EP. #DOT #T6S #EP #Tyler Lyrics Verse 1 Access to my blood yea your romance is chemical, Spiritual, Lie in front the altar trying to get you some, Typical, Spray to hide the smell masking agents, You been adding hours to your workday now you hate sex, Don't make sense, Cause even when I'm pumping you just play dead, Position anatomical your missionary statement, Drainage, You can suck me dry leave me hollow, So this hole inside my chest means I can come kill you tomorrow, Put a veil over my eyes so I can hide all of my sorrows, Cause my heart is under ground but I ain't got no hoes to borrow, Wait, I could grab you by the neck and put you six foot under, Get my shit say I'll be back but I'll just leave you with your mother. Guilty, At least you are until you're proven innocent, Hatred in my veins now erections give me hydrocele, Should have stayed away from this imbecile, But the potential of the pressure means actually- what the fuck is difference? If you saw the signs there's potential you could give into, Fiction to non-fiction when he actually put his dick in you, So tell me what's the difference between the two, I'm just confused, That you would do this and say to me that the pressure was the influence. Heartburn couldn't stomach it it hurt me to the core, -in her saw something different but I guess its simply just minorities, Your story's fulla so much shit could fucking trigger Morties. Lying still cause I can't move because this fucking Rigor Mortis, Got me. Chorus Looking at the gravestone wondering if it was real, Guess now that it's done we know it just ain't meant to be, Now it's gone I'm glad that it can finally can rest in peace, Is it necrophilia if our love is dead to me? Verse 2 Dumb shit, One sided shit don't get that at all, I don't pay attention to her even though she add her all, Dumb shit, Dick in her throat like a panadol, Cum quick, Body dehydration leave her agonal, Wait, Hold up, How the fuck you think you twisting this? Bitch I ain't that nigga who the fuck you think you messing with, You gone fuck on me and then you come through with this bull shit this, Maggot filled fucking corpse bitch you're fucking full of it. Forgive you? No, Bitch I feel evil, Jealous and anger use my veins like a vehicle, Read the room, I hope you can feel my frustration, Bitch you're full a shit I hope the fucker gave you anal, Second chances are for pussies cats get nine lives, This ain't Christ, I resurrect this Jesus it's gone die twice, Hand twitching, I can feel a cadaveric spasm, Wet between your legs I finally gave you that orgasm huh, Mute bitch, Now that I got my hand on a matic, I can use it, Voices in my head symbiotic, I wanna shoot this, Bitch, But I'm scared if I pop it, It'll be done too quick, I want her to feel my hatred through her body, Both hands, Round her neck when I held her close, Eyes rolling back now the bitch looking comatose, Spluttering nonsense, You could swear she had the Holy Ghost, I'll see you in hell oh shit- She's dead. Chorus Looking at your body wondering if it was real, Guess now that it's done we know it just ain't meant to be, Now you're gone I'm glad that I can finally can rest in peace, Is it necrophilia if our love is dead to me? How could lay your bed with another, I promised I'd leave you in a pit beside you mother, But, I'm having second thoughts about my actions I can't reset, Now my thoughts are filled with worry and my heart is filled with regret, Took it too far, I'm sure that I had other options, Now I wish I had do overs now my thoughts are anti-mortem, Really should have controlled myself should a let it slide, But fuck it we'll talk about it see you on the other side. I love you.
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