Fig Dish
It's Your Ceiling
I'd erase you if I couldBut I don't want to be misunderstoodThe odds aren't goodWe're lower than the ground, you stand on woodAs hard as you areI'm seeing static all the timeIt's only second to the dirt I'd effortlessly find in your mindCan't feel, can't reveal my bleakest sideIt's a lieLooks like I fell behindGo ahead, be misled if you're inclinedTake your timeIncidentally you've wasted most of mineGot this low bitch for bleedingIf that's what you wantAt my low, it's your ceilingI'd erase you if I couldBut it's too late to be misunderstoodThe odds aren't goodWe're lower than the ground, you stand on woodAs hard as youGot this low bitch for bleedingIf that's what you wantAt my low, it's your ceilingIs that what you want?
From Letras Mania