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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrell Bird
Tyrell Bird
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyrell Bird
Tyrell Bird
Engineer

Lyrics

I am unhappiness in the flesh
Trauma comin' after me
And I cannot seem, to stop the stress
Love the pain
Lest I fall again, into sin
Dance with me, go with it
Moving solemny, bottom of the bottle
Pushed Sodom over
But what could it do
To a G like you
Let the demons through
You're looking at the grim reaper, in the flesh
Coming for your ego, death when I'm present in head
Off is a dead precedent, ripping through these words
Like, "one? two? sold!"
To the guy that can't be present at home
Begging like "God! When am I getting my own?
Been too long, I been in my zone
Tell 'em that I'm finished, but I move the goal post
Need a new girl, she ain't hittin no mo'
God, can you free my soul? need some help
But I really want mo', needing more money
More power, more hoes, and a white bronco
I ask you humbly God, amen, signed with love, my Ego"
Then you wonder why you in the slump, stupid chump
Don't listen to these words, made up fictions in your head
If you keep on listenin', you unconscious, you are dead
If you wanna know the secret, don't listen to your head
Cause I'm the grim reaper
Grim, grim, grim
No mind I cannot clean
Reaper, reaper, reaper
I rise before your dreams
Grim, grim, grim
Inside, I'm in between
Reaper, reap-
Let 'em voices flow, let go and stay within yourself
Follow the inner body, let go, be at home
No longer givin' your energy to these assholes
And you'll be living in now though
Feelin' peace within yourself, this is help
That I'm spittin', no venom, I'm present right now
Aimin' for your thoughts and putting holes in your
Ego cannot be present in light, so shine down
Follow me while I kill my ego
like vroom, vroom, bitch
Wanna see what I be on
Light the bitch up, glow like neon
Thousand cuts, blasting spirit bombs,
Move like Kakarot, put 'em hands up,
Hit 'em like "Go on! Beyond
Droppin' my guard, ego to feed on!"
Seesaw battle with myself
I'm up
I'm up
I'm up
Down
Light consumes all darkness in me
Look who is up now
Cuckoo, stomach punctured
Skin is pullin', spillin' guts now
Cause I'm the grim reaper
Grim, grim, grim
No mind I cannot clean
Reaper reap- reap- reaper
I rise before your dreams
Grim, grim, grim
Inside, I'm in between
Reaper reap- reap- reaper
Look, but don't touch
Touch, but don't taste
Taste, don't swallow
(Laughs)
And while you're jumping from one foot to the next
What is he doing?
He's laughing his sick fucking ass off
He's a tight ass
He's a sad-
(Gunshot)
Cause I'm the grim reaper
Grim, grim, grim
No mind I cannot clean
Reaper, reaper, reaper
I rise before your dreams
Grim, grim, grim
Inside, I'm in between
Reaper reap reaper
Written by: Tyrell Bird
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