Grip
Mic to mouth, words come out
Wire thin, cunt me in
Metal plates under grates
Hesitate, anxious state
Heavy metals, mercury
Arsenic inside of me
Throat dry, throat hairy
Sing high, Mariah Carey
Seems to be here, and it seems to be dodgy
Nothing is clear when the brain's all foggy
Seems to be here, and it seems to be dodgy
Nothing is clear when the brain's all foggy
I loosen the grip, I loosen the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hеy
Hey, hey
Wild eyе, river dry
Franchise, queen size
Polarize the good divide
It's all a lie, it's all a lie
Alt-right, gaslight
Tuck tight, tight white
Fuck, fight, asswipe
Swipe right, all night
Seems to be here, and it seems to be dodgy
Nothing is clear when the brain's all foggy
Seems to be here, and it seems to be dodgy
Nothing is clear when the brain's all foggy
I loosen the grip, I loosen the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
I loosen the grip, I loosen the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
I loosen the grip, I loosen the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping
I loosen the grip, I loosen the grip
I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip
Compositor: Peaches