Why would the world wait for you?
Remember that awful August.
September was slightly cool.
October pulled through for you and that\'s all.
Because I\'m back to being new.
Why would the world wait for you?
Dripping in blood and ripping up flesh.
Sticking a gun to my head Im a mess.
Fuck up my life, fucked more or less
This is my life.
I confess I bit off more than could chew.
Why would the world wait for you?
Stalemated
Oscillated
Patient is dead
I detonated.
Blatent.
I lie.
To the sky.
I fly in my mind.
Through wind I rewind.
Signs to stop I don\'t find.
I don\'t mind.
I\'m the last of my kind.
It is one, it was two.
Why would the world wait for you?
Maybe.
Later I\'ll date her.
My mate I don\'t hate her.
I stutter when I hear her v-v-v-voice
My brain stops me from picking a choice.
As I st-t-t-t-tutter twice.
My mind hopes to end \"I do\"
But why would the world wait for you?
Pain.
Wakes.
Jaw.
Aches.
Eyes.
Stay.
Left.
Fake.
If I make a move and fail, Ill lose her.
Loser.
Fuck.
Luck isn\'t lucky I\'m looking for look.
I fucking suck at looking for.
Luck.
So would the world wait for me?
Because I\'m still trapped in what is said to be free.
I\'m livin in my old house.
Brain poorly constructed.
Life is fucked in.
When Livin in my new house.
Heaven is a nuisance.
Kinda living uselessly.
Thunder fucked my old house
Walls are gone I\'m cold now.
Getting pretty old now see.
And I glide to hide from wild living lies that lay lifeless in the sky below.
Decide I\'m tired of picking why I survive and try instead to smile and say hello.
Why would the...
Off again another theme.
Get the theme in this rhyme scheme.
Brain is molten magma streams.
Cooled to rock and let off steam.
Cult of rocks is hard to beat.
Stain my seat with heat from the magma.
Because magmas quite hot, idiot.
Punsssss.
Theyre pretty fun.
Wordplay is pretty fun.
You say guns trigger me?
But hugs are a touchy subject.
I hate the rapping industry.
Rapping belongs in the streets.
And on birthday presents.
To wrap up my presence.
Wooooooooorms!
Pretty groundbreaking.
I\'m the worst.
And really like wings.
I stole a bird.
I took a tern for the worst.
This is actually so bad.
Makes me fucking mad.
Awful rhyme scheme.
Scheming to take over this beat.
Fucked up the man on the street with my hands.
The number of hits correlates to his face.
Threw him on the ground and choked him with sand
Built a castle around his brain as defense.
Massively dense.
The masses are dead.
How would the world wait for you?
None of these lines actually link.
It\'s taking me a while to actually think.
Something in here actually stinks.
It\'s making it hard to fucking think.
My mental state raped my brain of any sleep.
I tried to sleep and imagine stars.
But the stars just exploded in violence and wars
And I cried and I cried and never slept a wink.
I lied on my bed lay dead writing this.
With a tear in my eye that should never exist.
And I fear the sky that I see of pure black.
For it owns all the stars that break my life and my back.
Crack!
I won\'t be back.
Until the world stops waiting for me.