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Eedee
Alieus
I'm a lost soul, I'm turning to nachos and pot smoke
And fillin' up some random's Tahoe
That's $64 down the drain,
Coulda used that for weed and, feel about the same, but
At the end of the day my vision's green,
It's interesting how I don't care what you think of me.
All my life I've been described as the kind of guy
To shy from life, just the enterprise of listening
To other people's shit is what influenced me
To succumb to this fucking peer pressure...
I keep measuring up to the rule of my green thumb
I see heaven in what I'd do if the weed comes.
See, I'm just a lost soul, and I'm aware,
But really, I'm just as psycho as Michael here
Thanks homie, not sure how but I gotta take control
Cuz what do I got goin', huh? Every fuckin' day is cold
They tell me to eat the frog or just play the role
But I want more, and that makes my anger grow
To lengths that won't stop for anyone, it's untame-able
And once it spawns forth, I'm gunnin' straight for the road
But I path I chose to take is blocked...so pay the toll?
Suck a fuckin' cock whore, I ain't gonna change for those
Sorry ma, ain't gonna be a doctor, I'm settin' sail for major goals
Yet these hardships anchor me down when I'm tryna stay afloat
And grades are under C's, it's not a hard course, that's degrading, so
what am I thankin' God for, punk? This minimum wage is a joke
I mopped floors, I stocked stores but what iced the caking though?
Is now I mod forums and my job's poor, the light is fading slow
So am I a lost soul? Shit, that's a blessing if I could say it's so
Truth is my body's more of a hollow shell, just a vacant home
But lately though, feels like I'm struggling behind bars
It makes me mope and actually wonder if my life's hard
This daily dose of faggotry's fuckin' shit but my scars
Left by the blade to show my trouble's are quite harsh
A misdirected intersection that isn't left by my God
Is in the distance with a message which I've set my eyes on
I'm picturin' a setting in which I'm interested so I trod
Forward with a mission to be remembered as an icon...
But remember when the light's off, we are lost souls,
Tunnel vision is a bitch as we cross upon the cross roads
Heading different directions... I have sought home,
But I'm a fool to believe that my future is not gold.