OK,
We’re gonna try and get this shit in 1 take,
It’s not gonna fucking happen
Tell me what you feel behind those eyes,
Liar!
I try to talk the truth but you deny,
liar!
I wish I knew I hid as well as you do,
Liar,
To me the art of silence is like voodoo,
Desire,
Leaves me praying that I think just like the others,
I guess I’ve just blown my cover,
FUCK!
[Verse]
I see you’re caught up talking so i’ll take my turn,
Feel free to intervene it’s the only way I’ll learn,
But please don’t be afraid to say what you all think about me,
(Can’t fucking stand your accent)
I’ll Leave you believing that you are all running rings around me,
(Woohoowoohoo)
So come and aim your arrows if it puts you in good stead,
(AIM!)
And I’ll remain smiling with the apple on my head,
(FIRE)
But instead they stick to bad beef better put you on a diet,
Could take shots but no they all just sit there awful quiet,
And deny it,
But honestly I’m even starting to bore myself,
I’m sure i’ll find another way to contour my stealth,
And manifest it into something to increase my wealth,
Then piss it all away ‘cus I fucking hate myself,
And i’m content with being the rap rendition of Vision with visions of spilling beans for millions,
As I try to run and hide that I’ve slowly become the villain,
And make sure I keep an eye on every bean i’m spilling
[Chorus]
Change your life on temporary feelings,
Let it feed you,
Be a different person everyday,
But never concede to
The changes and the sins,
That lay way underneath your skin,
I feel them crawling,
Need them out but I feel much stronger when they’re in,
And yeah this attitude may leave me fucked up in the gutter,
But I’ll take that any day over being cut up by the muttering,
They stress I should confess all of the feelings when they take control,
But I really,
Don’t,
Fucking,
Know
[Verse]
Dark twisted fantasy,
Your girl’s a decent 6 to me,
(Fantano!)
I hope that don’t offend her,
‘Cus she takes them filter nudes make her look like Kylie Jenner,
Boy you know that tenner ain’t enough for her to spend,
Get her to sub to me for 20 a week and tell her that we’re Only Friends
Young me living like everyday was Christmas,
Raised fists man I had nothing on my wish list,
Always made a fuss tho I was living well,
They ask me 1 or 2 well hell baby,
Know I spell my name with no Ls
But I pause to think now every time I get stuck,
Let my mind run amok,
Yeah i’m V2.0 But still buggy as fuck!
[Chorus]
Change your life on temporary feelings,
Let it feed you,
Be a different person everyday,
But never concede to
The changes and the sins,
That lay way underneath your skin,
I feel them crawling,
Need them out but I feel much stronger when they’re in,
And yeah this attitude may leave me fucked up in the gutter,
But I’ll take that any day over being cut up by the muttering,
They stress I should confess all of the feelings when they take control,
But I really,
Don’t,
Fucking,
Know
[Verse]
A few strange thoughts in my mind,
But I won’t let them define me,
Wish I’d made every single minor move different,
But I’ve learnt to deal with time so i’ma put that shit behind me,
Over-sharing on a stage bitch I was made for it,
Always knew some day I’d find a way to get paid for it,
Feel constrained and drained by lack of luck and over flagrance,
Find new ways to self-destruct but playing fuck-boy is my favourite
Feels like i’m watching the world happen around my through a fishbowl,
Confided control of what I can grasp and still pretend I have the title role,
Life still feels just as unachievable,
But I have changed how I perceive it all
A well mannered drug addict,
Feels like rapping is the only time I don’t stammer,
But it still keeps me up at night,
Every day I feel a little less like how I think is right,
Convince myself that major change should happen over night
[Chorus]
Change your life on temporary feelings,
Let it feed you,
Be a different person everyday,
But never concede to
The changes and the sins,
That lay way underneath your skin,
I feel them crawling,
Need them out but I feel much stronger when they’re in,
And yeah this attitude may leave me fucked up in the gutter,
But I’ll take that any day over being cut up by the muttering,
They stress I should confess all of the feelings when they take control,
But I really,
Don’t,
Fucking,
Know
Scotland based Alternative Hip-Hop artist Elliot Stradling writes a brand of angsty poetry previously described as "dark"
and "gut wrenchingly honest." Heavily influenced by the musical styles of modern Rap and Emo Rock: Elliot wrote, recorded & produced his debut EP 'Rookie Season' as a brief musical collection of his experiences, fears & insecurities....more