Get Ate - P.O.S, P.O.S feat. Gerald

There was just time on the day

And if I can’t fight it

I guess I’ll just…

I feel like I’m like

Burning at the stake

Chilling tho it’s easy

Sucking up the hate

Dealing like its nothing to me

I am on my very own

I am not a clone

Take him home

See if you even manage on your own terms

Bet you can’t

Bet you get ate

Bet you wait

See if there is any food upon this pretty plate

Bet you starve

Bet you waste

Emaciate

I been filling up on water

Tryna meditate

Mitigate the something something they be keeping straight

I been crooked tucking something

Prolly twenty late

Time flies by high as the next guy

Miles up wild one steady as they die by

Sleep tight young wide eye wake up to the blindside learn about your real live

life

In dreams speak

Quiet in the daylight

Destroy what’s weak

For nothing more than playtime

And that’s is

This here

Heart head soul

Narcs fed

Arts dead

What’s that goal

What you cooking on

Fill a hole

Or dig one

What I’ve been told is

There was just time on the day

And if I can’t fight it

I guess I’ll just have to wait

Been told is there was just time on the day

And if I can’t…