Eli Rickard - Track3 Export2 Lyrics

Can't afford to live like the ones before me
Can't bare to stand the city I was born in
Getting tired of performing
Got em screaming like they know me
Like it's me and global warming
Sick and tired of just coping
Making moments I conform to
I can feel my self corroding
Losing what I built my hope to
Damn it kills my body's lost you
Did this to me and it's showing
I can't get up and keep going

I can't get up and keep going
God damn I'm f*cking broken

Undertones of a hatred lost
Can't understand your f*cking love
We gotta love lost kinda lust
With no love left
Just space between us
The kinda lines we f*cking crossed
Got us feeling like we're f*cking dust
Ain't no time left
With our fingers crossed
That Trigger heavy kind of house bust
My niggers leverage the hate they bring
They know they gonna need it when they can't ring
Cause of the hate you bring

Yeah, its the hate you bring