Mitochondria by Cathcart Lyrics

Quote from the song “Mitochondria” by Cathcart

Exhale
Getting higher than the set bail
This that fire I won’t let fail
Feel inspired and I set sail
On a voyage
Filled with darkness like a void is
But I prolly won’t enjoy it
Y’all are joyous but the boy is not

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Mitochondria”

• Featuring: Max Tello
• Produced: Max Tello
• Written: Cathcart, Max Tello
• Release Date: December 31, 2019

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Mitochondria” Released in 2019

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[Verse 1: Max Tello]

Exhale
Getting higher than the set bail
This that fire I won’t let fail
Feel inspired and I set sail
On a voyage
Filled with darkness like a void is
But I prolly won’t enjoy it
Y’all are joyous but the boy is not

[Verse 2: Cathcart]

Overzealous, know I’m selfish
Throwing pelvic bones like Elvis
Low and helpless, flowing hellish
Sounds like a old Mac Miller beat
I rap soliloquies and lack humility
You wack and still can’t be just half as real as me
I laugh at killer bees, you caterpillar-y
Popping caps and bursting capillaries
Of my adversaries, none of these rappers scare me
They just weed smokers, mediocre greedy jokers
Cheat at poker, see you spoke your peace, it's over

[Verse 3: Max Tello]

Mexican stand off, you cough
I’ll shoot spots, your head’s off
That heart loss, no pause
Your life’s tossed, get across
Your soul’s lost, at what cost?
Coming in soft no, more room to sob
You’ve been shot, you’ve been got
You’ve been robbed, you’ve been brought

[Break: Max Tello & Cathcart]

Aye Jason, wanna get on?
No, not yet, you keep going
Aight then

[Verse 4: Max Tello]

Blow my money in a single week
On some weed and stuff that make you weak
Drinking 20 bottles of the liquor
I’m a ugly mister, everybody quivers
When I go and stab myself with rusty scissors
Just to take a look inside my crusty liver
When I sniffle
I’m as messy as scribble
Hang my self and jiggle back and
Forth I’ll take a nibble outa
LSD and have reality
Go through some ripples
Flippin' like a nickel
Smack you like a stripper
With a hammer and a sickle
Jason, you ready?

[Verse 5: Cathcart]

Uhh... yeah
Just sat down and penned a verse
Two mixtapes in the works
Met a girl, said she down to smash
But I’m still taking her to dinner first, like ugh
Flexing, who the greatest?
Next to rule the stages
My ex never did communicate
The irony is she’s been excommunicated
Best into the playlist
Guessing who done made this
Even if you mute the beat
Mm... it’s still getting mutilated
Might just want it back, the brightest on the track, it’s like a Pontiac
I spit the sickest, I’m infecting every single mitochondria in hypochondriacs
Powerhouse of the cell
We living in bars, like our house is a cell
Made this in an hour, how’s it gon' sell?
Put it on SoundCloud, might as well