Feed- Slim fiasco kanye dead *cant copy n paste
Stand back in amazement as i entertain the faces
Of complete strangers im on weed and wasted
The stage is in flames im in satans basement
The bass is so loud your heads probably aching
Ears ringing, slow motion, i keep bringin
The heat ,fuck the kitchen im dope focused no critic
So im sipping amounts to legally be sittin
In the big house with the guards all listenin
Hard to live it hope its fiction
most of what i write has meaning but its hidden
Most of what im dreaming is probably a symptom
Of addictive shit scribble it in
I dream that im in school and im pickin up pens
Working hard, wearing jays well i guess i bought them
Im in a trance with my pills and the loko to mix
Sippin feels enhanced euphoria is more than a gift
My style and stance with spit withstands avalanche cliffs
Im so smashed i can barely stand it
livin like shit but feeling like its a mansion
Sweat beads dancing i just wanna be on camera
And be the best with stamina fuck a young janitor
I wanna be a young MC is it hard to believe
Just because im white and i need acne cream
Real shits happening real soon this rapping thing
This is just practice im not actually
Having these, thoughts but i wanna go and rhyme it
most blind to my line they dont ever go inside it