(beamon first verse) you can hear the attic creek when i walk in you can hear the birds die when i'm in my bed mama used to sing me songs as a little kid grew a little bit dad left what the fuck i did? while they say my name on these songs, i'm dying hair long as fuck and my whole body leaning while they say my name, on these songs, i'm flying limbs just breaking my limbs on a broom stick blame young beam cause your songs ain't moving blame young beamon creep up and i murk shit blame young beam when you sleep up in the earth with snails and fishes you sinking in the earth with headbang with the bass on dead with my face gone never been a trey songz eat til my trey gone skinny young beamon flow never make flaws ran out of food guess it's better if i ate yall
(hook) everything that haunts me it haunts me it haunts me take me away
(beamon second verse) midwest killer find my body with the leaves young beamon finally i'm somebody eatin creepin through the night, frost got my body freezing and it got my nightmares closer i been leaning on the streetlight frozen skinny limbs swing leave a body broken i been bleeding on the streetlight beastin no these motherfucking rappers can't be this
midwest legend when i'm swinging these skinny limbs how do i feel?, it's like fuck having any friends got no light shining where my room at show the world quick where the tomb at
(quick bridge) you say you got some bricks, i ain't seein that you say you got some whips, but you don't be in that say you taking all these chicks, you could keep that boy i hit record and bring grief back
(beamon vocals cont.) boy i hit record and bring grief back i'm bringing out this pain that anger in my voice it lets them know we ain't the same it's that midwest monster teeth getting sharper i take you to that creek where that water's getting darker darker
(bridge 2) blood up on the floor a witch when i creep plus i'm in my room i'm dead when i sleep tell a demon freddy krueger my dreams
(beamon verse 2/3) you depressed so you dying with no friends throw that knife into my brain and see what haunts this it's late at night and you can feel my body walk in you go and check the back door my hair dragging you could see it's on the floor as my limbs bend they bout as slim as cob webs on my mic stand
(beamon hook/bridge) you could see it's on the floor as my limbs bend bout as slim as cob webs on my mic stand you could see it's on the floor as my limbs bend bout as slim as cob webs on my mic stand aye cob webs on my mic stand and i keep a couple veins breaking in my right hand
cob webs on my mic stand and i keep a couple veins breaking in my right hand
in my right hand
(beamon final verse) you depressed so you cry in here with no friends you can hear the attic creek when it walks in when i come in here with water on my pale face then you'll understand that the beamon finally lost it
they could do it for the fame me, i just been growing flow like fluid in my veins come and shatter my brains you could see what i would say probably think that you ain't shit probably feel like you a bitch
probably think that you a god but you really don't exist boy i take you down to hell just to leave you in the pits