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apt (usa-ut) - deep end lyrics

(apt)
angel with a demon face
crawled up from my shoulder blade
actin like the world’s his stage
talking like his worth’s at stake
you hurtin now? churned and wound
further down the words expound
earned your scowl, wanna learn to drown
in the dirt and ground
with a smirk and smile and a furtive growl
said he knew just how to work it out
leaned to my ear, whispered burn it down
dig in the cinders, overturn the ground
tell the heavens they’re adjourned for now
bite your thumb, it don’t concern them now
i struck the match and felt the rush
watch the world all turn to dust

(donnie bonelli)
i’ll probably rock this crick in my neck ’til i’m dead
she keeps me looking like a tweaker, my demeanor reflects
it’s like the weight of everything beating me, leaving me bleeding to death
regrets feeding my head ’til i’m left needing your breath to bless me
here i am! pull me out the deep end
give me that life that i’ve been screaming for, yeah lead me to zen
i’m getting weak in the tread
i’m barely keeping the head above this water
oft we slaughter our own dreams just to live, please
let me find that way. let me hear that truth. let me see that light
let me be that man, the kind that can magnify the d-mned answers wherever the answers lie
i ain’t the kind to take a bribe. i ain’t apt to pan handle for the afterlife
my man p-ss the dice fast like this life’s a cr-p game i’ma cash in or crash tonight

(rhyme time)
goddammit, adam!
this how you wanna hear ath on a beat?
wanna go back, way back, to the days when the water ran out and we had nothing to eat?
grocery store two a.m. so no one will notice us strugglin’
so no one we know would find out that we asked the cashier for a break on the old bread
goddammit, adam!
you know there’s a reason i don’t rap this way
’cause my fans gon’ tell say that i’m acting dramatic and whitney’s gonna tell me that i’m overreactin’
goddammit adam
i try to keep it light, okay
no one wanna hear about the pain in my heart when my grandma’s mind just slipped away
i locked her up, apologetic
not my problem, i’m pathetic
i’m a piece of sh-t, there i said it
‘cause all i could think was “it’s genetic!”
goddammit adam
compared to some i’ve been through nothin’
so i’m biding my time, prepping my mind…the deep end’s comin’

(chance lewis)
if i should die before i wake up swimming in the deep end
my soul will rest in the depths of this beat when
you hear it on repeat then i hope you can hear me screaming
play it on repeat and listen to me screaming

you lack faith in me like a lapsed catholic
so trade your sackcloth and ashes in for a laid back sabbath
relax you’re like a crack addict with that chapstick take a sabbatical
spend a summer backpacking through europe
find yourself or whatever and get back to me
i’m on fire like the triangle shirtwaist factory
talking, everybody’s talking, everybody’s spouting off the same cliche garbage
top of the morning, how do you do?
can i get a little more in my monitors check one
two minute warning
two blue fishes in the deep end fishing for compliments
building up each other’s confidence

(apt)
fist fightin demons again
knuckles raw, bleeding skin
til the season’s end
i’m stuck in brawl make these heathens dead
the struggle more or less is so fatal and gorgeous
take off those h-rns and nail that halo right onto your forehead
my face is covered with blood, sweat and spit
i’m gonna let ’em mix til you can’t even tell which is which
my face a crimson disc, my raw nerves are fairly severed
guess it’s nothing long steps can’t temporarily temper
out the door, right foot’s the kick, left foot’s the snare
i’m shook and scared, i’m pushed to rare
i’m gonna hoof it there on these crooked stairs
find that timeless, isolated island
close my eyelids, hold my breath and listen to the silence

- apt usa ut lyrics

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