Favorite Song (feat. Sticky Arrow)

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Cyrus

Cyrus (born Terje Andersen on May 12, 1975) is a Norwegian musician best known as the guitarist of Norwegian black metal band Susperia. He plays guitar and bass guitar. more »

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I feel you coursing through my blood, it's getting dark up in the tent
All my friends think we made it, we can't even pay the rent
So, I've been working through the night, having seizures I ain't slept
Sticky, glue for the family, this the only way I vent, she said
This my favorite song, she yelling at me now (Jesus)
I'm spilling real blood, my yellow napkin now (Man)
Is candy corn, trying to weather every storm
I took a rose out to sea, fell in love, stuck a thorn up in my back
Still I miss that, we ship wrecked
I'm shit faced, I'm pissed off
This bitch made me hate myself, this way, like damn (F*ck)
I guess I am who I am
I don't know who he is, but you gon' blink and see some bands
On my mama, never copy nothing, every rapper think that they really buzzing
Same old shit, with the same old style, and we play that shit, like it's so damn wild, I swear
But your favorite rapper got a fucking writer, what type of shit is that?
Man, I need a lighter, shoutout Bas, man, I'm too high to riot, right now (Yeah)
Pick of the litter, I'm killing a runt
King of the city, I'm gritty, I risk it, I'm earning my inches, I'm skipping the punt (Aye)
Hell or high water, I'll carry my kin
I'd die for my brother, he made me believe that I knew I could swim

If this your favorite song, then let me interject myself
Needles in a haystack, when I find one, might inject myself
I'm blessed, I'm an emotional wreck
I been listening to Bas, so I'm too high to stress
That's a lie, I'm feeling different
I should act on my suspicions
Letting people take my minutes
When I'm made for this position, mind your business
All your 1099's
And I'm really not that special, I mean I am, but there's a price
I got sold on my sensations
Got a soul that's not for taking
And I'm cold as winter weather, colder than a sweater-less jog in late December
I'm so cold I might forgive you
Pull you close and then French kiss you
Bop your nose and hide the tissue
Snap your neck and roll you out the side the whip and make the nearest ditch your casket
Got a lot of things to bask in
Got eggs in all my baskets
Got a tree that's got no leaves (You got that right)
Got more wants than I got needs
Having a real hard time grasping things, cause you people out of reach
You a leach inside my sea
I got a lake of things I dream, me I swim until I land in better things
Me I fly I until I fall, in season's time, I won't have to give you any reasons why
I am too designed not to fail
Road so long, I don't check the mail
Bail so high, I can't go to jail
Failed enough times it's a fashion statement, and I look amazing

This a PSA to everybody that says it's not my year
Every year my year

It was one of my favorite days
It felt like the sun was perfect
You could see the ripples in the water
Everything was fine

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