NWG Krish - Peter Lyrics

Washed jeans faded and I'm staring at the ceiling
Yeah, quash my dream like my feelings
Liver dissipated that's the cost of some healing
I'm a little undulated, breathe, need penicillin
Jeez, he's, still pre-independent
R.I.P. to Peter, imma put him on a pendant
Hardly feed the meter imma put it in the pension
Party till I'm bored and I've beaten up my mental
Huh, shit, more on the moron oxymoron
She think I'm frigid to core, but I adore her
And I'll go with it till they mourning in the morgue
Cause of course I can't afford to be legit with my core
F*ck, I abhor separation
Anxiety deformed adolescent conversation
Idly decided on a lesser form of self-raising
Self-praising, reflecting on reflections is
A sure way to self-hatred, hellraising
Flip it imma tempt Satan and jail bailiffs
Colt in the pocket, I go manic with the Manning on assailants
Rest easy Peter, get it inked on my torso
Pour a litre think a genie in the quart tho
Clock the time, J, blaze her like a sport coat
Hey, dots and lines on the floor like a morse code
Unwind the knot lower portion of my abdomen
Writing through the night in the morning start to pack it in
Fistful of the mic, thought in torsion got me strapping in
This the type of drop that force caution when they grab the pen
R.I.P. Peter, imma put you in a melody
Sound energy don't die, transfer steadily
Rise to the clouds, forever evanesce stress free
Wherever she, I can't say the same of my jealousy