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Buzzed out of my lightyear , blue eyes and white ears
Feel like the whole room is spinning, but I'm right here
Four loko fruit punch, like which fruit should I punch
Some queer, around here about to get a cut and tear
Torn up, as I turn up like the volume is at it's lowest
Waving a gat sporadically like a retarded composer
And I just started, just imagine my motive
When you were to grow up but dads ashes in the ocean
And moms still living, but she's known as the pig
So I step on eggshells till I groan and im pissed
Because I know, I know, life shouldn't be like this
But it's the luck of the draw, and the cards I'm holdin
Not a pair or an ace, just despair in my place
I've been trying to chase, but all I'm buying is eigths
Just to get above the lows but I'm jogging in place
But my mind straight wanders, like shits outerspace
And when reality sets in I want to fry up and bake
I'm tired of the fakes, yet I can be fake myself
Just to numb life and enjoy my health
But with all these drugs I'm probably destroying it as well
Doing the type of shit that'll never sit on a shelf
I just want some help, God where's my guidance
On point like tridents when I'm rhymin, I need someone behind me
To catch me, when I fall back and collapse
All I have is myself and this fucking notepad