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Expendable
Hip-Hop/Rap
Expendable was released on December 1, 2023 by Yknot Records as a part of the album Phantom Travelers
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Release DateDecember 1, 2023
LabelYknot Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson
Songwriter
Quin Henry-Chia
Quin Henry-Chia
Songwriter

Lyrics

I feel that I've seen all that I can see
And if I haven't might be cuz the price too high for me
See I haven't been authentic, I feel demented
If I said it might not meant it
I don't even know what the fuck I mean half the time
Every day the world is grey and I can't let it shine
And every night I sit here thinkin bout how imma fumble this dime
I'll fuck up this time and fuck her up and she gon end up cryin
I should get it over with for her sake and for mine
She deserve better than a broke **** who broken
With no friends, no hobbies, and definitely no focus
Just a sad dope with a focusrite, ironically titled
Cuz all the owner can focus on is flatlining his vitals
He own a couple of vinyls but he don't got a player
He just own them to show the shorties he a playa
And he be sayin his celebrity crush is Zendaya
But he don't really care
He says it cuz that's what everyone was sayin
He seen two episodes of DBZ and called himself a saiyan
I'm sayin that my power level is zero I'm playin
Up my abilities to keep everyone stayin
In their place far away from the material man
Cuz the material I'm made of is tin foil
With a conical hat and a whole lotta room for
A heart in his chest but unless he meet a wiz
That hole in his ribs gon stay eternally unfilled, for real
He wanna be Pharrell but he won't put the work in
He wanna put out two songs then buy a bitch a Birkin
Shirkin responsibilities, havin no utility
Reality is he never findin fuckin tranquility
He love the sound of music but the words will escape him
He feel expendable like Jason Statham
He act like when they hate him the words don't scathe him
When every word take his lungs and then grate them
And all he wants is to slay them
But he's weak
Both physically and mentally
He's weak
He can't fight back for nothing cuz
He's weak
Maybe this shit ain't meant to be
Maybe he should've never left his cave
And should've let himself get eaten by the centipedes
I almost called 12 on myself once
Claiming to be a white woman who was scared of the young
Black man running, yelling, screamin whatever
Run straight at them so they shot me and I bled out
Cuz I couldn't take my life by my own hand so I'd borrow another
Become the first brother gunned down this summer
But not the last
No matter how fast I run I ain't escapin the past
But I can make her my last
Reality is no matter how great they think I is, I isn't
I trick myself into thinking that I'm done with this prison
This cycle thinking I'm healed and then pursuing that vision
Just to realize I'm not and that I'm actually a villain
Everybody is the hero in their story but I'm not
I'm just the worker drone that's helping build the killer robot
Am I a killer or not? I think I'm helping to play into it
I can't even cry cuz I'm behind on my fluids
I can't even shower because my legs isn't leggin
I can't do shit productive no matter how much I'm beggin
And to others I'm just chillin I'm veggin
But really I'm in hell internally
I'm fighting off my demons and Reagan
Are we sure that he ain't Satan? I'm not
But it don't matter long as his racist ass gon stay dead and rot
And shit, I might just join him, return me to the soil
Take my bones and boil em so you can use them in stock
I'm just a souped up version of a loser
With no friends no confidence but still wanna be a chooser
I choose to end it here, abandon all the tears
That I've left behind with others in the past 18 years
Written by: Quin Henry-Chia, Samuel Johnson
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