C.u.l.t. Lyrics - Singles - Sirah

Came up livin tough 

Tanked in a basement of uppercuts 

Mommy was a soldier 

Got beat up in the name or relationshion-shutup bitch before I give you something to cry about 

Crying out crying out crying out crying out 

I got a name I came to make 

Take a number, flock of lepers who'll 

Dive off a bridge if I mentioned living under 

Never safe 

Memorys burdens blacked out to clean slate 

Underestimated, under sold 

Under now, u dont know 

Gagaga rah rah rah 

Speaking gibberish blah blah 

Call the cops? Is that a threat well do it 

Already proved what I came here to do with it 

Law, lazy, last in line, loud, loser 

Lost in lime light lies 

Temper, trashy tactless 

Tough, tried too hard, teased a ton 

Talked way too much, 

Tainted tongues tapered on tall tanned 

Ties 

Take a teaspoon of talcum 

10 tears to trigger trials 

C.U.LT 

Constantly undermining large trains of thought 

Im a girl from NY, also spent time on a farm 

Got my break in a city where the angels came with the fury of gods 

Never broke with the weight of my start, 

But took the pieces they left of me to make a name for my art 

Watch pay attention sometimes 

Cause when you force it upon them whats theirs is mine 

Some of you can tell that I happened to make this up 

Got some kids to believe and then booked my own cuts 

Livin is tough when you werent raised to survive 

But I was and this is why 

C.U.L.T