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letra de bitter 2 - obelus

b-tch, i’m done
no more looking back
i can’t stand motherf-ckers who choose to act

then step up to the plate and refuse to bat
i’m too used to that
put your f-ckin’ neck in a noose and gag
look at these b-tches gassed up
talkin’ bout tools but you got your hands up
you must’ve debited your street cred
cause something here just doesn’t add up
i’m still bitter
ain’t no sunshine – bill withers
can’t go with the flow in a still river
i hold onto hope that they toss me a rope
but n0body shows and i’m still kickin
i’m tearin’ down this foundation and building a st-rdier one
simply surviving’s no longer enough and it feels like all that i’ve done
when i leave this world i want bitter 1 to be my only regret
but before i can get to that point, there’s something here i’ve got to address
in the wake of my grandpa’s death instead of just letting him rest
i managed to make that sh-t all about myself
it’s like i d-mn near blamed him for
all the pain i felt
how could i blame somebody else
when i know my biggest challenge is surviving my f-ckin’ self
i deserve my own forgiveness and imma earn it i swear
i’m supposed to be a man so it’s p-ssy to ask for help
but then i’m selfish if i end it all
this world’s pushed me against a wall
so tell me what i should do
it’s so f-cking hard to tell
friends say they miss the old me and these days they barely know me
engulfed in my self-loathing
no clue as to where i’m going
it was easy to feel this way when i had something, somebody else to blame
then it all got swept away and nothing changed
i hate this place
i used to call it home and now it feels so strange
i just know that i can’t stay the f-cking same

it’s still o-b-e
l-u-s but the old me’s dead
should’ve come and took your shot
when i was down in the dumps depressed
had to cut some so-called friends
say goodbye to that leech of a b-tch
now i’m at my all-time best so it’s best you mind what’s leaving those lips
f-ck it
while i’m making my sh-t public
here’s a little somethin’ for my fam out in dublin
b-tch
threaten my mom again i’ll take that trip to fight a grown ass woman
you and your 5’4″ husband
i see that mouth’s still runnin
i must be an anemic seein as a loss of blood means nothin
so quick to take a stand but flinch every time i raise a hand
what are you?
a teenage girl attending a hardcore show in savannah?
don’t get caught sending shots
it’ll make its way back to me
ain’t sh-t sweeet – you’ll get popped
and that’s a dead ass p-ssy
b-tch i’m back with the silver tongue of a serpent
walked outta h-ll but my soul’s still burnin
and i ain’t askin for sh-t if i feel like i deserve it
i’ll take what’s mine
spirits are high and imma keep pushing until my heart is withered
until i can crush the world in my palms you won’t have to wonder why the f-ck i’m bitter

- obelus

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