Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Indestructible, artist - Rittz. Date of issue: 28.09.2017
Song language: English
Indestructible |
| Fell a victim to myself again |
| But who’s gonna help me when |
| I need 'em |
| Pray, they prey on my demise they can smell the scent |
| I’m weak and losing strength |
| I see 'em |
| You think when you’re sinking they won’t let you drown |
| The ones that you trust come and kick while you’re down |
| They stomp you enough you won’t get off the ground |
| Anymore |
| When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee |
| When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free |
| Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed |
| When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet |
| In the end, you’re indestructible |
| In the booth of the 214 on stage faking, you thinking it’s all good |
| I was just in a green room |
| Had me crying looking at my lady lying in a pool of her own blood |
| Through a text, cut herself for something that I had done |
| Overseas, but I always get followed by bad luck |
| Bad time, I call on my homie but he ain’t wanna console me |
| Instead he told me that Top of the Line sucked |
| He was buzzed like I was, going on Tech N9ne's bus |
| Trying to fight the TM, I was in the wrong |
| I was sick, had untreated strep throat doctors didn’t catch |
| Had a rash spreading up my arms |
| Spreading up my legs |
| A fever that stayed around for months |
| No days off, trippin, skin crawling in my bunk |
| Of course my voice would be hoarse for these huge crowds |
| I was dying, why the fuck he calling me a drunk |
| Damaging my reputation, need a restoration |
| Had to rest, to put a halt to all my calls |
| My homie think I’m dodging him outta desperation |
| He said he gonna kill himself, it’s all my fault |
| This is deja vu, back in 2014 when I came home broke |
| Eight grand in the hole |
| Had to postpone having kids, owning a home |
| Gonna go through the motion alone 'cause |
| When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee |
| When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free |
| Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed |
| When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet |
| In the end, you’re indestructible |
| Get comfortable, love the show |
| Adjust or fold the crutch you hold |
| You trusted those that cut your throat |
| That dug the hole, that stunt your grow |
| Disrupt the flow |
| The 'Net shot like it struck your pole with thunderbolts |
| You cut the flow that sucks you so, you search your soul, the bubble blowin |
| You busted, poke and punch your hoes |
| You couldn’t even walk on my shoe, barely scuffed the sole |
| And play a couple notes |
| Took a shot, smoke a blunt, maybe numb your nose like who cares |
| It’s Rittz, bitch |
| Homie fresh up out of jail, violent environment |
| Tryin' hard to turn his life around and his mindset |
| Never had a nine-to-five, places he applied at |
| Said he wasn’t hiring, he coming out retirement |
| I couldn’t really blame him, hard to rearrange the wiring |
| Hear somebody bring the hotter game that they desiring |
| Entertaining, inquiring, cocaine pirates |
| Risk ain’t whip-whip-whipping like a wire whisk |
| Scars on the skin been surviving in the fire pit |
| Hold on had 3rd degree burns |
| Gotta do your research on the people that you keep around assuming they believe |
| in teamwork |
| Hate to see you coming up, wanna see you reverse |
| Want us in the street curb when you tryna go straight |
| I was trying to throw shade but it never holds weight |
| But I got 'em in my scope, won’t fold, won’t break cause |
| When your worth feels under attack but you won’t flee |
| When a person is shackled and trapped but they broke free |
| Double crossed, get stabbed in your back but you won’t bleed |
| When it all falls flat but you’re back up on both feet |
| In the end, you’re indestructible |