I'm like a spirit that you cannot vanquish
I'm like a dead king at his own funeral banquet
I'm like a whispering voice in the wind
A puppy wandering tryna meet his kin
I'm like a bit between your molars
I'm like a dead bird on your Saturday stroll
Yeah, I got hit hard, I'm on the ground
And you better be worried when I make no sound
I'm not dead yet
I know it's a disappointment to some of you
But it's an achievement to me
Since I went and grew
I'm not dead yet
I got things to do
I got shit to see
I'm here for 8 years and I'll haunt you individually
I'm like a spirit that you cannot vanquish
I'm like a traitor and a nomad from another land
Yeah, it feels like I shouldn't be here at all
But I'll make the most of it before I fall
I'm not dead yet
I got things to do
I got shit to see
I'm here for 8 years and I'll haunt you individually
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