WHITENER - ​​idrc

〈Intro〉
​​w36unity

〈Verse 1: t33n601〉
I need more air
Bitch, you heard my blare
I need something else
Sold my blade on fair
Climb up on the stair
I don't really care
I don't really care
I don't really care
Fuck the city where you come from
If it's not Snowland
Fuck the city where you come from
If it's not Snowland
I getting only hundreds
In my phone bloods
I run away from floods
But I'm haunted by them
I'm trying to be like them
I'm trying to be a guy
Who have a blade
I'm trying to get my phone from the tears back
Trying to stop wearing all black
I sick of freedom
I sick of freedom
〈Verse 2: urcolors〉
Never felt myself, likе a rebirth
Taking all this pain what you deservе
See me in the club, tell me what's worth?
Taking all this blood, what you deserve
I can't broke the chain, let me fly away
Now I felt myself buried in flames
Bitch, you really think we can replay?

〈Chorus: urcolors〉
See me in this blood on your display
Ayy, I don't really care
I don't really care, I don't really care
See me in this blood on your display
Ayy, blood on display