Lord Noir - These Days Lyrics

Ground my teeth
Down to grit
Quick to quit
Living in
Vivid hellish pits
Ripping down
Shit embellishments

Mine gold
From coal
In old mouldy homes
Where vermin don't go
Despite defacing it

(Ha)
Im stressed sweaty hot as shit
Tryna catch another fix
Fist splitting rip
Like his mind on women
Trippin
Find him chilling in
A looney clinic
Tricked to constrict
His newly drinking
Infringement binging
And constant dicking

Im vexed
Spitting teeth like
Loose change spills from jean
Pockets ripped at the seams
I die in my dreams
Maybe why my dreams die
Infront of my eyes
Please dont ask me why it seems
That i always bleed

Got 666 carved
Across my f*cking chest
Left the pack
I'm a lone wolf bitch
F*ck the rest -Infact
F*ck the figures
Who charge theft with theft
Of life times, to profit
Filling their pockets up
With cheques

Ain't got time for the fakes these days
Ain't got time for the snakes these days
Ain't done time but I'm on my way
Piss me off I might catch a case

Openly Disrespect
The badge restinng
On my ex-bitches chest
Rewrote the law
In my best interest
Spit and beat wrote by Lord
So best respect the flex
Redifing god
Erasing the flawed
Like an etch a sketch

Im out here pavin my way
Bringing in a regular wage
Whilst your all sucking off
The BBC for radio plays
A Dopamine addict
Known as serotonin fanatic
Franticly fapping
Their dicks in panic stances
With rags instead of pants
They out cold like hispanics
Dancing or standing
In the Antarctic

High as hell
When they beat it
With eyes closed
Like a casket
High dose
Wasted years
To FOMO

Leading a life
That's Oh-So tragic
F*ck
Where I go
They'll show grace
Cause I f*cking demand it

Ain't got time for the fakes these days
Ain't got time for the snakes these days
Cut off alotta f*cking fakes theses days
Get outta face, don't take it these days

Ain't got time for the fakes these days
Ain't got time for the snakes these days
Ain't done time but im on my way
Piss me off I might catch a case