Lyrics Parished - Moodie Black

Parished

Theres nobody holding down
No surround see the water isn’t shallow
What I’ve found is that my powers really hallow
Barely painted out and fully faded bout it tryna keep my
Berries in my forest
Ive fucked it all up
I’ve never been what I’ve imagined daily
And the fame is not the thing but I’ve been sipping from my veins
I’m fairly average with a horrid body tearing at my image
And I feel like all my pieces are indifferent
Fuck
The land is million static and I’m hungry but embarrassed
And the stares are at a pace that my securities have perished
Why my Skin?
It bends like yours but I am holy giant with a tinted fem
Illusion cross the penis
I like to fuck bitches
I cringe when burning different
I don’t feel like the jesus that I use to I am finished
SO now I’m left with nothing crying at a screen and trying to type
Like I’m the same motherfucker that I used to
Im too enamored with the fiberglass ceilings or the left out feelings
In the trapped out buildings
While I opt to block my dresses from the upper thigh Chilling
To the homo felt rocked cis friends that I’m not healing
Too much unbalanced with this noise rich fantano niche bleeding in the
Waters of my backyard killed my car swag will never stress I’ve seen the
writings
From the 80s and the older elder vultures are still flying and shitting
I’m like
So many problems when I try to flex in linen sit in babied when I found it
Now I’m living been in paris not enough theres no complacency til late night
television
And revisions to the history that’s altered bitch I swear is it’s fucking up
the world is fucking up
Amen to Donald trump to keep the static leveled up
You don’t care too much
I don’t care too much
Don’t front like you don’t care