Forrest Blvck - GutsInTheShell Lyrics

Fucked up
I just sold my soul for nada
Boutta build me an armada
Lost noise about to drop in

Iced out coffin
Blacked out tint
Rolling down your residential
Like a presidential candidate

Screw loose
Probably better on my own
I'm a lost boy
Chilling in an isolated home
Pull extendo
Thinking that I'm suicide prone
I'm a sicko
Only let em see what they want

Told her tough luck
White trash slashed up
Prolly getting fucked up
Suicidal cynic
I'm in it
You better duck

Hallow tip I
Find it I grip it and rip your guts
Ghost in the shell
I separate from the mutts
Ima tough act
No love trust lack
Everybody wanna keep pushing
I'm boutta bust back

Old friends turn snake
When you need em the most
And switch around
When you got shit to boast

Laced up boots
Boutta stomp on your chest
Put a hole through mine
Ima show you "obsessed"

You're a waste
Pull up get cut or a fade
I'm going insane
No shame
Hold a soul
Above me
Pro pain
So fake
In it
For the fame

Go away
Caught up in a chase
With your tail tucked
Homie get left in the cold
With a grave dug
Face all bloody
Better get your fucking bank up
Quit right now
Or start to lace up

I'm sick of being patient
I might take a different route
Living in loop escape or die out
Life on the edge
Paranoia break out
Ima show what Forrest is all about