Top Songs By Backxwash
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Backxwash
Vocals
Michael Go
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashanti Mutinta
Songwriter
Rufus Mitchell
Songwriter
Wesley Aydlett
Songwriter
Albert Griffiths
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Backxwash
Producer
Will Owen Bennett
Mixing Engineer
Sarah Harris
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I wake on the floor naked
I had the taste of the soil
Weight on the shovel
Face in a puddle
Did I make it?
How long it been since I felt my pulse in the shin
How many months is it since
How many more will it bring?
Don't have my body
They probably gon send me off in the wind
I played this part to the end would never start it again
Would suffer the fate of men with my lady parts in attendance
Would harbor the greed of them as they take me back from my penance
But the social justice
Nah I don't give a fuck bout either
All you did was just use it and played your part cause you need it
All it is was a rusing to fake the scars for your bleeding
Now it's you in your truth the excuses won't need no bruising
How did you as a woman
Think that this would be different?
Why assume that the ruler
Gives two shits if you finished
Loyalty in my hubris
I won't speak to the foolish
Only speak to the bullet
But hear the screams as I pull it
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
If what I bleed is necessary
And thou shall be indefinite
I shall not speak my heresies
I shall not speak my messages
How come thy kingdom left me here
How come thy kingdom sent me here
How come my freedom never left
Why can't I see the Nazareth
Some nights I drink with reverence
I slur my speech with every sentence
I burn my teeth with every drank
I tell my peeps it's medicine
Life as a kid the fuck happened to me?
My tragedy scene is seen as the last bastion of me
So the day of judgment
Won't try to play republic
Won't try to sway the covenant
Absolve me I'll stay repugnant
Hope that they fully clothed the body and raked the carcass
Hope that the bullet lodged inside me made its target
Cause let's be honest
Put me on a cross parade the corpus
Cause with the way it's going
I'll just state the obvious so don't hate me for it
I just hope I'll never be famous for it
The way of the bravest sorry
The blade is waiting for me I said I'm
Maybe it's disingenuous
Or maybe it's the fact that I'm starting to realize
That I don't love myself
I'm spending all night attempting not to judge myself
And if given another body woulda hung myself
I'm on the last rope
Sad to think that I had hope
Dug my knees in the back row
Can't believe I was that strong
For these last words won't need any adverbs
Just the silence cause I'm here and I'm screaming
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
Wake the FUCK up
It's been about a few days since I left this bed
Almost feels like I'm left for dead
Or maybe dead instead
I waste away cause I don't see any options
I can see that I'm conscious but I just feel like I'm rotting and
The lord forsaketh in awful places
I'm dealing with loss of days
The ceiling is all I gaze as I rot away
I might do it but not today see
There's a game coming out that I really wanna fucking play
So I'll just wither and soak
Maybe a glimmer of hope
Will slip me a note
I'm thinking it wont
Cause for now I'll just divvy the rope
And I'll see if holds
I eat a lot and I'm bigger than most
Can't shake the feeling I'm gross
Can't find me appealing at all
I know my loved ones need me to be strong
But this atrophy is fucking up my knees and my bones so
So, how do I keep going on?
Has anybody got advice right fore I sign the lease on my soul?
If it's a battle for the weak and the strong
I really couldn't give a fuck less I just need to be home
Right to the Mark Of the Beast
It shows its fangs as it sharpens its teeth yeah
My armor's only gold plated
Feeling like I'm clothed naked
And I know it won't save me if it targets my cheek
Through the blackened skies I will not go gentle
Take it off safety and put it on to my temple
Through the blackened skies I will not go gentle
I will not go gentle
Written by: Albert Griffiths, Ashanti Mutinta, Rufus Mitchell, Wesley Aydlett