Hearing all this chatter
Your teeth are chipping for your drama that just don’t matter
Say you work hard for an output that really just don’t flatter
For each line of yours you know that I’ve written whole chapters
You’re stuck on your grammar
Give a fuck what you’re sipping
I drink harder then you’re living
You think you’re competing
My hangover bigger than the catalog you’re sitting
I'm just warming up
Do it for the craft, make an art of letting blood
Discography my therapy, that’s how I grew up
I've dropped my lies and my walls with the tears that I’ve cried
You're another one that is hopelessly lost in my eyes
I spy another one that is loving wasting my time
The self obsessed, know fuck about a dead line
I swallow that gore
From gnawing my tongue, but I spit it out can’t take any more
Through a clenched jaw, finally speak, not gonna like what’s in store
Watch my words drip from a cracked maw grinning with my teeth bloody
Want to stain them with yours

Blinking, disbelief
What the fuck are you thinking?
Stop speaking on this shit
Until you get releasing

What’s that? EP number three
Each beat made by me
Hearing no conceit
At least, you can see
Each time
that I breathe
I release
It’s a need
Yeah, proving I’m learning by doing
Get my hands dirty, get a shoe in
Keep the pedal pressed, and I keep moving
Hope these steps in the right direction
Each release, minor correction
Another trip, another learnt lesson
Answer questions with this self obsession
End to the series seems fitting
Off my chest how I’ve been feeling
Never listen back, always itching
Another session, AND composition

Blinking, disbelief
What the fuck are you thinking?
Stop speaking on this shit
Until you get releasing