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letra de personality test - sin7ven

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[intro]
doc: it’s called a rorschach test
i want you to tell me what you see in these pictures, can you do that for me?

[hook]
what do you see? what do you see?
what do you see in these inkblots come on and be
honest to me, speak on i wanna help ya
build a bridge, and to fix you a shelter (uhh…) (x2)

[verse 1]
i see a pair of feather wings
you sweater wearing, leather chaired, embarr-ssing
holier than thou loud mouth phony
i’m only here to lounge, bow down homie

i’m not schizophrenic and i don’t need evangelists
i have my own angel, you can blow me like candle wicks
your last supper’s with the crow eating gamblers
i’m so freaking dope, leaking flows, keeping vandalous

okay… let’s get this stupid test over with
puking, head sobering, losing zeds over it
recently i’ve been seeing ‘em dreams in flesh
i don’t know what to believe even leaving bed

and the order of events doesn’t always seem to match right
i prolly sound crazy, but the hallways fricking mad bright
man, i hide in shadows like a corvus in the black night
rather try the gallows than be tortured with a flashlight

[hook]

[verse 2]
they started a little after the day of the crash
i figured that’s normal maybe if i’d wait it’d p-ss
numb, begun marking down the dreams i started to have
hearken, barking at the bark i carved heart in the past

on, the wrong tree, long weeks, bargained with wrath
fears, tears, hears shadows in the parking lot laugh
till a weird man appeared hand extended in friendship
seven, very eccentric colored scarlet and gr-ss

and since he made himself known the dreams have gotten less frequent
and i’ve seen the mental needles on my bed leaving
i don’t even know, capiche? i’m so tired
at least the flow fire i feast on foes ire

released um- rap game one punch man
wax brain hacks make humdrum jams
tongue done lashed out
mastered the fast mouth, b-st-rd, the cl-ss clown, pennywise, and he rhymes

[hook]

[outro]
boomslang man you can’t hang with the snakes
f-cking with a serpent you get fangs in your face
you can gimme any test and i’ll fill in every question
and finish but i guess trying to sample my brains – is just dumb

seven: yeah sleeper, don’t listen to this clown, he’s bad for you
c’mon, let’s get out of here, i know what you need

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