trench lyric bot

for if and when we go above, the question still remains: are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?

east is up, i'm fearless when i hear this on the low.

i'm running' for my life, running' for my life.

you're a legend in my own mind.

east is up.

begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof.

eight days straight, eight hours each and not one line.

i got back what i once bought back in that slot, i won't need to replace.

you were one of those classic ones, now everybody knows.

i've trained him to make me these beats, now my pet cheetah's quicker in the studio than on his feet.

it might take some friends and a warmer shirt, but you don't get thick skin without getting burnt.

for you, i know they think it’s messed up to sell out for your girl.

keep your wits about you while you got 'em 'cause your wits are first to go while you're problem solving and my problem? we glorify those even more when they....

i'll keep on trying, might as well, if you decide all is well.

at least they all know all they hear comes from a place.

my opinion, our culture can treat a loss like it's a win and right before we turn on them, we give 'em the highest of praise and hang their banner from the ceiling communicating, further engraving, an earlier grave is an option away. no.

at least they all know all they hear comes from a place.

they know that it's almost, they know that it's almost over.

no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.

sleep in a well-lit room, don't let the shadow through and sever all i knew.

begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof.

i could use the streams and extra conversations, i could give up, and boost up my reputation, i could go out with a bang and they would know my name, they would host and post a celebration.

i'm not disrespecting what was left behind just pleading that it does not get glorified, maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high.

we don't get enough love? well, they get a fraction. they say 'how could he go if he's got everything? i'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king.'

i could use the streams and extra conversations, i could give up, and boost up my reputation, i could go out with a bang and they would know my name, they would host and post a celebration.

hide you in my coat pocket, where i kept my rebel red.

for if and when we go above, the question still remains: are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?

sleep in a well-lit room, don't let the shadow through and sever all i knew.

it's glowing, embers barely showing. proof of life in the shadows dancing on my plans.

what they throw at me's too slow.