Organic Rust - Alfa Mist

[04:36.0]Serious face cos it’s really a race
[04:36.0]Trying to stabilise while my health deteriorates
[04:36.0]My fever leaves me a delirious state
[04:36.0]Now I’m growing weary of fakes, here to replace
[04:36.0]They cheer me and wait, until they hear a mistake
[04:36.0]I don’t wanna lose my drive so I’m steering away
[04:36.0]Plus I got a call saying that her period’s late
[04:36.0]So I’m opening my calendar and clearing the dates
[04:36.0]It’s fate, I’m just a battler, too black to be tatted up
[04:36.0]A hunter a gatherer, lunge if you’re bad enough
[04:36.0]Been thrown downstairs I clung to the banister
[04:36.0]I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt
[04:36.0]Now I’m on the settee playing 3 months of soul caliber
[04:36.0]I missed brekkie need lunch for the stamina
[04:36.0]Young and dumb like a man in love
[04:36.0]Meant to vote (do the ballot) but
[04:36.0]I’d rather see the planet crushed, Organic Rust
[04:36.0]I should be a fan of your kind
[04:36.0]But you focus on the gram and the size
[04:36.0]All your followers are tapping the like
[04:36.0]Waiting for the chance to be the man you’re beside
[04:36.0]All this surface talk while I’m knackered inside
[04:36.0]I’d rather burn them all like I’m Anakin sky
[04:36.0]All these planets collide, trying to capitalise
[04:36.0]It’s the furthest I’ve even been but I’m lagging behind
[04:36.0]At the front of the queue for the back of the line
[04:36.0]With the devil’s idle hands and the passion of christ
[04:36.0]Trying to plot a map in my mind
[04:36.0]While you push the panic button, I’m pushing 29
[04:36.0]Some people are pushing daises I could die anytime
[04:36.0]Behind enemy lines of by friendly fire
[04:36.0]Why does everything we hold close damage us?
[04:36.0]I’m trusting, young and dumb like I had a buzz
[04:36.0]When it all gives way and I’ve had enough
[04:36.0]I got a few words for the man above
[04:36.0]When I’m Organic Rust