Taste it

I wanna taste it
To know what I'm like
I wanna taste it
And break down my fear
There's no need to be soft with me
Just make me sweat
I want to taste it
So why do I fear

Yeah, what I fear is
That I'll lose my throne
He will erase it (me) from my tape
So would you lay me down on my back
I wanna taste it
And you don't believe me

It's [bad word] to get
I do wanna feel bad
I came back
I do wanna feel bad

I wanna taste it
To know what I'm like
I wanna taste it
And break down my fear
Don't wanna lay me down on my back
I wanna taste it to make it real

('Til I make it real)
'Til I make it real
'Til I make it real
'Til I make it real
'Til I make it real
('Til I make it real)

Taste it
I do wanna feel bad
I do wanna feel bad
Taste it

My stomach for existing qualms
Will I forget
Any excuses externally false
Will I forget
All maybes on our scene