
Countin’
ghostyghostUnlisted · · 1:49 · 61 plays · v3-preview
- rap
- introspective
- atmospheric
- ambient
- downtempo
- hip hop
- hardcore hip hop
- west coast hip hop
- hateful
- lonely
- anxious
- dark
- nocturnal
- good artist
Lyrics
Verse 1
Eyes heavy like a loaded gun
Every breath I take could be my last one
Mothafucka said they got me on the schedule
Death on the calendar circled in red
Lord knows I ain't ready for the bed
Funeral flowers already on my head
They count my minutes like they countin bread
Every hour feels like a year gone by
Tryna smile but I'm chokin on the lie
Pre-Chorus
I see the headlights comin down the road
Prayin it swerves but I already know
Chorus
Shut me down like a city with no power
Borrowed time drippin hour by hour
I'm a tightrope walker with no net below
Mothafucka ain't nowhere to go
I'm a heartbeat chasin its own defeat
Every window's locked and there's no street
Verse 2
Closed my eyes and saw my own grave
Woke up screamin but nothin could save
Every friend I loved is gone to dust
And I still breathe while they turnin rust
Why they bury soldiers while they leave me standin
Every dawn feels like a knife expandin
Don't come near me don't you touch my skin
Got a war inside that I can't win
Clock on the wall is my worst enemy
Torture in the tickin what it does to me
Pre-Chorus
Moonlight fades and then it comes again
Weekends feel like mournin for a friend
Chorus
Shut me down like a city with no power
Borrowed time drippin hour by hour
I'm a tightrope walker with no net below
Mothafucka ain't nowhere to go
I'm a heartbeat chasin its own defeat
Every window's locked and there's no street
Bridge
I hate the dark but I hate the light more
Because mornin means one less day to store
All the words I never got to say
Letters piled up that'll never see the day
Fear is a mothafucka livin in my chest
And I'm tired of bein better than the rest
Just a dog with no collar and no home
Hopin that the road decides to take me home
Chorus
Shut me down like a city with no power
Borrowed time drippin hour by hour
I'm a tightrope walker with no net below
Mothafucka ain't nowhere to go
I'm a heartbeat chasin its own defeat
Every window's locked and there's no street
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