Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave and Die Slowly, artist -Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Leave and Die Slowly |
| Stay out, notice |
| Those walls, close in |
| Pray to leave and die slowly |
| Crave dilemma to really know it |
| Zone in |
| Never been afraid to eliminate no man |
| Praise then forever wait, penetrate skulls in |
| Spikes of adrenaline alleviate the pain |
| Dripping from the fangs is a medicine |
| Zone in |
| Sick of these spirits illicit pills in appearance |
| I’m finding pleasure in pain |
| A sado-masochistic clearance |
| Enduring the city falling and burning |
| They looking up at me freaky the way metamorphosis turn me, I’m learning |
| Breaching the peace |
| Treat all the weak let em leak from the piece |
| Seeking the deep and it leads to defeat |
| Leech all the blood from the ones that believe |
| Free to believe, agreed that I’m a creep |
| Breeze as I beat the life out of the weak |
| Seeking the beasts when I drag them out the creek |
| I dream nothing but blood, piss, and shit, it’s old news to me |
| So take a trip |
| Cover up ya face or erase it |
| Razor blade salvation I praise it |
| Way sick, delegate a bitch and deface him |
| Basic, everyone’s an enemy, they selling me out |
| I see the elegance sprout I kill rappers for the clout and see |
| I’m outta control but I doubt that I could ever love again and yo |
| I shroud every little fucking thing in this world that we surround |
| Stay out, notice |
| Those walls, close in |
| Pray to leave and die slowly |
| Crave dilemma to really know it |
| Yo cut to the chase |
| Achilles severed while I’m evading to dead space |
| They wanna know but it’s on a need-to-know basis |
| Purge crowds with the flares covered up my face |
| Sitting with the boys at the bar getting faded |
| What you saying I made it I’m a made man, delaying you strays fam |
| Confronted they buckle under pressure |
| Put em on show and deliver the rain man intelligence |
| Sight crescent I’m in deficit |
| Live a bit or suffer the repercussions |
| I keep em ducking from the cousin of a hawk |
| I’ma walk the street influenced by the books where I found my peace, uh |
| Let the bell ring disperse the fiend |
| Writing lyrics on burnt pages in cursive ink |
| I raid caves for the bats where I learnt to feed |
| And heard whispers in reverse and persevered |
| I’m a beast |
| Let me off the leash, men are mice in a street full of mothefucking freaks |
| Seize visuals, capiche obliques critical |
| These obese fists increase miracles |
| No priest hearing you |
| Breach in and through |
| Still looking for the motherfucking truth |
| Still looking for the petty little proof |
| Still blacking out with my lads from the bamboo |
| Still coming for the heads of you snitches in the booth (woo!) |
| Stay out, notice |
| Those walls, close in |
| Pray to leave and die slowly |
| Crave dilemma to really know it |