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• Artiste: Set It Off
• Titre: Pathological
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Wow, never seen a kid throw stones at their own glass house Wow, tryna build a life for himself just to burn that down Now, it’s all evident Got blood on your hands while you plead innocent You’re so in denial, you believe all the webs of deceit You’ve been weavin’ and leavin’ us in, Goddamn You never thought you’d get found out You ain’t that slick buddy, word got ‘round Pluggin’ my nose when you come round town ‘Cause I smell that shit spillin' out your mouth Fake a tragedy, an injury, 'til you turn a profit Weaponizin' all my empathy to reach in my pockets Evil tendencies got me believin' he’s out of options I’m on my apathy, it’s time to put your ass in the coffin How do you sleep In that bed you built from debris Of bridges you’re burnin’? Hope it was worth Losing what you thought you deserve You la-la-la-lie like it’s pathological Pathological Like how you gonna act like everybody is an idiot? You’re kiddin’ yourself, bitch, you need some fuckin’ discipline So listen up and focus, go ahead, pop a Ritalin Pop quiz, can you tell me who the victim is? (Me?) Err, sorry, wrong answer Know you love to say that in front of the camera Look so good when you twist that narrative There it is, never give a fuck about the damages How do you sleep In that bed you built from debris Of bridges you’re burnin’? Hope it was worth Losing what you thought you deserved You la-la-la-lie like it’s pathological Pathological Pathological You’re obsessed with affection And suppressing confessions Your pathetic, synthetic connections Can’t cut out the lying infection Like venom you’re spreading, you fuck Fake a tragedy, an injury, 'til you turn a profit Weaponizin' all my empathy to reach in my pockets Evil tendencies got me believin' he’s out of options I’m on my apathy, it’s time to put your ass in the coffin How do you sleep (How do you sleep?) In that bed you built from debris (Built from debris) Of bridges you’re burnin’? Hope it was worth (Hope it was worth) Losing what you thought you deserved You la-la-la-lie like it’s pathological Pathological