Flex The Antihero - The Wicked Lyrics
Oh, no rest of the wickedI guess I'll sleep when I am deadI guess I'll sleep when I am deadSay goodbye to regretI see the one who want to come nextPay no mind to those who are close affectedI've grown, what did you expectI don't wanna waste the way just yetI don't wanna say I came and just wentWhat if I fade away with no claim to fameAnd no name, how can you respect?Would I prefer for you to digest?Even when I stepped away for that momentKnew my heart was gone, but still focusedTrying to be positive, but still know thisThat I will stand aside, and I can't decideIf my pride became the culpritBut I will find myself, coming back at lastI can't sleep, I fiend for that momentWhen it all works and goes in my favorCan it be sweet, I mean, so I save herAll of my victories, I plead this will beThe best way for me to find flavorWhat if I try to climb, but I'm way offWould it be time to cause some more chaos?Could it mean I should walk away?Will a better me will make it worst, it mayCan't say what the days may hold, I guessI gotta live it if I wanna get itBut if I can't, then what's next?Except death, no rest for the wickedGot no fear from the depths I've risenNo kidding, I play my own victimCan I be forgiven, at least I don't listenWell, I guess that's who I amJust another number trying to be who I can'tI guess I'll sleep when I am deadI guess I'll sleep when I am deadNo rest for the wickedI guess I'll sleep when I am deadI guess I'll sleep when I am deadNo rest for the wickedPlan to wait, to take time asideMy mind define what I needGot no plan to back down for now'Cause I found a way for me to be freeCan a man breathe and begin to seeWhat he can be when he plan to reachFor the man picked the most scene to seekI won't dream, step on the feet and pulse weakPray for best, and I prep for the worstIn the mess that I've made, trying to find what I'm worthBlessed with a curseSee both sides of the fence, so I guess I can make this worthCame too far to backtrackIn fact can pass that, so what's he next up to seeHow do I breathe when I'm in a scene full of have notsWho do I trust now, but me?I wanna find peace among the obsceneBut I will not bleed for those who ain't realNiggas say what they're made in front, all they wantBut that fakeness can't be concealedI don't wanna be surrounded be thievesProne to kill dream, save me that dramaAnd it's obscene, holding the dreamsCould be the cause of all the bad karmaAll I need now is to put my feet upSick, I run around town low, feeling beat upPulling myself from the ground trying to be someoneBut I can't seem to find my freedomMan, I can't lean no much, anymoreBut I need lesson, I once did beforeThen again, well, I guess that's who I amJust another number trying to be who I can'tI guess I'll sleep when I am deadI guess I'll sleep when I am deadNo rest for the wickedI guess I'll sleep when I am deadI guess I'll sleep when I am deadNo rest for the wicked
