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i dont know if you know what it's like to talk about i canny even finish the sentence. i go inti an irish accent. not scot. i canny talk. I anny talk. I love Inverse..yall done forgot about my friend. he used to get mad upvotes for his poems. then we all left you all http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3snH98WI7jM i canny . do not ask me to talk about the out the other side. y my rhymes all murder stories when I made my name on emo shit? ill tell ya. cuz the emo shit got me in the door. then i didnt havta talk about it annie more. they said, we whatever. my eyes canny talk i cannot talk. but i can kick teethin |
i told myself it was all something in her
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Honest
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAeAp9MzPtk
[Intro] Dark marks all on me, I'm just honest Rockstar my swag, I'm just honest Everything exotic, I'm just honest Gold all on my neck, I'm just honest Yeah, I'm just honest We got the club on smash [Chorus] Name another nigga hot, I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest 100,000 on watches, I'm just honest Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain't never going back to what we used to do I was gon lie to you but I had to tell the truth I'm just bein' honest [Verse 1] My piss comin' back dirty, I'm just bein' honest Got bitches kissin' on bitches, I'm just bein' honest I'm a rockstar for life, I'm just bein' honest Got a check on me right now, I'm just bein' honest We done turnt up in Platinum, then we gon' hit Onyx Ain't nothin' but a dopeboy, I'm just bein' honest These niggas get shot for bein' honest I fucked her on the spot, I'm just bein' honest I'ma stack it 'til it rot, I'm just bein' honest And I'm drivin' foreign coupes, dash 200 Live a rich nigga life, I'm just bein' honest Real street nigga ain't get nothin' but some pain from it [Chorus] Name another nigga hot, I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest 100,000 on watches, I'm just honest Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain't never going back to what we used to do I was gon lie to you but I had to tell the truth I'm just bein' honest [Verse 2] Got crack all in my drawers, I'm just honest My diamonds ain't got flaws, I'm just honest These Zoes on sight niggas, I'm just honest We can ball all night nigga, I'm just honest You fuck nigga ya'll don't even know struggle You ain't even know why a nigga out here hustlin' Got flat screens in the trap spot, I'm honest Kept it real with all you niggas, I'm just too honest Took some bitches out the strip club, I'm just honest To the niggas all out in the hood, I'm just honest Lil Mexico for life, I'm just honest I came up shootin' dice, I'm just honest [Chorus] Name another nigga hot, I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest 100,000 on watches, I'm just honest Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain't never going back to what we used to do I was gon lie to you but I had to tell the truth I'm just bein' honest |
you started a war that we can't win
so cut your mothers keys we leave tonigiht they keep erasing all the streets we grew up in Intersection Of Crenshaw Blvd. And West Slauson Ave. to be renamed Ermias "Nipsey Hussle" Asghedom Square https://www.reddit.com/r/hiphopheads..._west_slauson/ |
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@Big Bolo post addy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yyay2p4oGo [Intro: Tadoe] Ayy, what's poppin'? You know how the fuck we bleed, man We get money and kill people, man You hear me, man? We don't rap beef, man We slide, man, we drill people, man Bummin' like Obama do and in traffic with a gun or two, man I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man Let's get it [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up (ay) Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up [Verse 1: Tadoe] Tote somethin' illegal Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it) Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang) Bitch, I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang) Bitch, we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang) Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt) In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, bitch (skrt skrt) I don't rap beef, what's the words, bitch? (huh?) Niggas sneak dissin', let me hurt 'em (bang bang) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up (ay) Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all on my throat How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco She show me her thong, Sisqó, she's hot and ready to go I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim that thing high, get low Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that yoom Baby, I know you smell that fume Just get down, you hear that boom In the back of the 'Bach, and this bitch got room Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot All these diamonds, I don't get hot Young nigga really from them blocks Ayy pussy, here we come, if you ready or not On probation but I tote Glocks Walk through court, smellin' like pot [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I kill people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy Nigga need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up (ay) Foenem tweaking, I'ma bus' him up |
Boyz II Men
Kill yourself.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjN5-f2MNWM
[Intro] Mafia! Billboard Hitmakers Yeah, AP gang bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Level up! Yeah Yeah AP gang [Verse 1] Catch him down bad Beat him with a bat, hashtag that (yeah) I call it New Jack, yeah, yeah Bitch, I got a blue Jag (yeah) I make that cash talk nigga I got a new house You wanna get in, need a passcode nigga 225 on the dashboard, nigga Stack it up and then you get that foreign nigga Step it up and take care your daughter nigga Stack it up and take care your son nigga Step it up and take care that money You know I ran it all up by myself And now your bitch is drinking cum, nigga My diamonds yellow like a corn, nigga Double R at the prom nigga Skrrt, skrrt skrrt Got some hitters all of 'em my cuz nigga Girl, I know you love me Love me, I know, I know, I know you love me You love me Hey! [Chorus] Bentley wheelin' nigga, bad killer nigga, back it up Bands kill a nigga fast, will a nigga back it up? Ape shit nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up Go ape shit, go Godzilla, bae, back it up I just wanna have sex I just wanna have a baby out you, girl (hey) I just wanna go brazy about you, girl (hey) Don't make a nigga act crazy, oh-ooh girl (ayy) Cause you know I will And I'm on a perky pill [Verse 2] This shit can get ugly for you I'll pull up and bust your mama I'll pull up and bust your brother I'll aim at your fuckin' family (brrrat) I'll aim at your whole clique (brrrat) I'll aim at your mothafuckin' mama I'll aim at your fuckin' dad (brrrat) I'll aim at your daughter, son, nigga (what?) I'll aim it at everything I'll aim at the baby I got devil inside of me (hey) Got the devil inside me (what?) God tryna provide me (God) God tryna decide (what?) Do he wanna leave me or sign me? (Who that?) Um okay I know you're frustrated 'bout a nigga And everything I take you through (Pablo shit) I know I did a lot of sins I hope you still let me make it through Just cause I got me a spot in LA That don't mean I'ma change the crew My bitch trying to figure out How she can tell me to chill without changin' you Fuck it, I'm changin' up on 'em But my fans, not changin' on 'em Makin' a band, I'm sangin' on 'em Whip out that bag, syringin' on 'em Hey, hey we locked that bitch out with no passcode I bought her some of those Damn, she already had 'em though [Chorus] Bentley wheelin' nigga, bear killer nigga, back it up Bands kill a nigga fast, will a nigga back it up? Ape shit nigga, Godzilla, nigga, act up Go ape shit, go Godzilla, bae, back it up I just wanna have sex I just wanna have a baby out you, girl I just wanna go brazy about you, girl Don't make a nigga act crazy, oh-ooh girl Cause you know I will And I'm on a perky pill |
Future & Drake - Change Locations
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5RnhIrkxxg
[Produced by Noël] [Intro: Future] Yeah, know how nights like this go OVOFBG [Pre-Hook: Future] 60 naked bitches, no exaggeration We bought all the bottles, had to change locations Smashing all the models, now we hit the waitress When you gettin' a lot of money you can't help but save it [Hook: Drake] But tonight, me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend [Verse 1: Future] This adderall got me to the ceiling (To the ceiling now) I think them percocets had me in my feelings (In my feelings now) I peel them hundreds on hundreds I get that money on money I get that guala on guala I get them dollars on dollars Then throw out them dollars, them bitches gonna holla I got more style than the stylists I like that money is piling I see that money just piling I see it's piling and piling and piling And piling and piling and piling We do them favors, them bitches do cater We go fuck models then fuck go fuck neighbors Fuck all the strippers then we go fuck the waitress, yeah [Pre-Hook: Future] 60 naked bitches, no exaggeration We bought all the bottles, had to change locations Smashing all the models, now we hit the waitress When you gettin' a lot of money you can't ever save it [Hook: Drake] But tonight, me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend [Verse 2: Drake] 2 in the morning my mind is on you 4 in the morning it still hasn't moved Hit me to tell me you get off at 10 Come here, I make sure you get off again Roxx got a case but they get off again Fuck all the opps and the shots that they send I let off first then I let off again You will not hear from them ever again Me and my friends we got money to spend Reps Up, you know there's a hundred of them FBGOVO, hundred percent Don't ask me shit when it come to my set Don't ask me shit when it come to my set FBGOVO, hundred percent, yeah 6 summers straight and I run it again [Pre-Hook: Future] 60 naked bitches, no exaggeration We bought all the bottles, had to change locations Smashing all the models, now we hit the waitress When you gettin' a lot of money you can't ever save it [Hook: Drake] But tonight, me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends we got money to spend Me and my friends, me and my friends we got money to spend [Outro: Future] 60 naked bitches sitting, no exaggeration We bought all the bottles, had to change locations Take it to the head, baby, penetration Money not a problem, you can finger trace it Drinking on the syrup, taking medications After this club we just change locations After this club we just change locations We don't take it in, we just change locations We don't take it in, we just change locations |
Future - Jersey
[Hook: Future]
First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip gotta hold like a 30 I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love way in Jersey Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy Cause my young niggas so thirsty Couple commas, made a purchase Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' Caught the wave, I ain't surfin You do what you want when you poppin', yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want once you cop it You do what you want when you got it, yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want when you got it [Refrain: Future] I be on syrup, they know it Stack up some money then blow it I do what I want and I spazz Take the styrofoam, pour the syrup up It's a dress code, but it ain't for us [Verse 1: Future] Do what you want when you poppin', don't fold up When I'm feelin' the stress, then I pour up Reppin' the set like a soldier Hop out the Bentley and roll up I wasn't splurging on purpose You lame niggas makin' me nervous I'm keepin' the banger like Birdie Sip out my cup and it's dirty [Hook: Future] First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip got a whole lot of 30 I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love way in Jersey Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy Cause my young niggas so thirsty Couple commas, made a purchase Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you poppin', yeah You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want when you got it You do what you want when you got it You do what you want when you poppin' You do what you want when you got it [Verse 2: Future] I like the smell of that money when it burn Bitch, you know a nigga poppin', wait your turn I make so much money, it's got me delirious When your gang gangs in the chain gang, this shit serious I gotta maintain, I'm superior, nigga I rep the same gang on account of my niggas We fill up two planes on account of these riches I fuck up some loose change on account of these bitches [Refrain: Future] I be on syrup, they know it Stack up some money then blow it I do what I want and I spazz Take the styrofoam, pour the syrup up It's a dress code but it ain't for us [Hook: Future] First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip got a whole lot of 30 I got my clique and they represent this Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Like a nigga wearin' jerseys I get love way in Jersey Crime rate's goin' crazy, crazy Cause my young niggas so thirsty Couple commas, made a purchase Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you poppin' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDvn9e9r2Bc |
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21 Savage - Bank Account
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sV2t3tW_JTQ
[Intro] Ooh, ooh, ooh, ow, ow, ow Wow, wow, ow, ah, ow, ah, ah, ah [Verse 1] I buy a new car for the bitch (for real) I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real) You can't even talk to the bitch (no) She fucking with bosses and shit (on God) I pull up in 'Rari's and shit (skrrr) With choppers and Harley's and shit (for real) I be Gucci'd down (Gucci) You wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch) Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh (yeah) Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh (in jail) Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh (on God) Got 'em tennis chains on and they real blingy (bling) Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy) Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty) Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21) Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah) Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (bitch) I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (nah) The skreets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (wild) I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (skrrr) Niggas tryna copy me, they playin' catch up (21) I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21) I been smoking gas and I got no asthma [Chorus] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) [Verse 2] Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg (21) Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg (21) Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (wet) Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg (wet) Killed dog, I'm a real dawg—21—, you a lil' dawg (21) Bill dog, want a bil', dog, chasing mil's, dawg (yeah) Dunk right in your bitch like O'Neal, dawg (wet) Plus I shoot like, shoot like Reggie Mill', dawg (21) Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg (fast) [Chorus] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) [Verse 3] Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit Pull up on yo' bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit Yeah, yo' bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me 'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me [Chorus] I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M's in my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) In my bank account, yeah (on God) I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (on God) [Outro] $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket Bitch, be careful where you dumpin' your ashes I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usQoCvziC_g
Yeah, it's gettin' wild out here It makes me wonder how a black man could ever raise a child out here You know the old krumbsnatcha's in this land of decay So why we killin' for the crumbs when there's so much at stake? We're no longer suposed to be slaves I bet Harriet Tubman will be turnin' in her grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate My elders all feel the same there's no bravery We're supposed to fight for freedom not just the end of slavery Are we too selfish to even bless the kids with jewels So our youth don't get played out for fools? Will they get program how to behave? Malcolm X must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate The time we were great before the self hate (x3) The time we were great Wait, we still great, but I met up with this dread, said "Peace, Respect" He said "Respect? Me not seen that around here yet Black man kill himself for limited amount of wealth And them disrespecting women so him disrespect himself" I agree for what the dread had to get off of his chest Bob Marley will be disturbed from his rest Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate Can't work a dead end 9 to 5 for what To be another victim of social security cuts? I gotta cut myself from the chains and run free Empower myself to be my own authority People die so I don't have to be a runaway slave Nat Turner must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate The time we were great before the self hate (x3) The time we were great Wait, we still great, but We're taught to worship these rappers and athletes and actors Many who think they better and they walk right past ya It's what you do off camera and off the court That really makes you worthy of the people support But some brothers get those millions and forget how to behave Arther Ashe must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate We crabs in a barrel, you ain't gettin out until I do first And that's why the guns burst Whatever happened to strength in numbers? Some of the greatest minds on the planet are among us But so many start on strugglin' and never get saved Man, Martin must be turnin' in his grave Like remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate The time we were great before the self hate (x3) The time we were great Remind my soul Of the time we were great before the self hate yo Yeah |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgnBBi1ewjI
[Intro] Big Smoke, Sk LEVEL, greaze Listen [Chorus] Like a bullet from a gun, it burns When you realise she was never your girl It was just your turn You gotta face your demons Don't matter how much money you earn Your niggas said 4L But the shit got real and you weren't concerned The same old story, the world spins 'round and 'round, fam Lessons have to get learned [Verse] Truth has to be told I don't bend, I don't fold I lost count how many we sold I went Silver, I went Gold Then I went Platinum, so what's next? Supermodels tryna sex Sendin' nudes on a text Can't believe I used to be vexed See, it's too easy To write a sad song about how my dad raised me 'Cause I'm lookin' in the mirror and my dad made me A real top boy, I just can't play the victim Been livin' my life as a kingpin I'm calm with the heat in the kitchen I was a young boy, mum told me what my name really means And the power just kicked in I found my way home Then I saw my granddad's name on a gravestone The same as mine, already dead Nothin' to fear, I been here from time Chief SK sippin' on palm wine Every day, I laugh at these niggas online Another one, here today, gone tomorrow Dick ridin; for some likes and a follow Put in the work, that's all you need to bust Shoutout Lancey, Headie, and J Hus Shout 67, oh you see them with us We was on tour, bare weed on the bus Feds outside, the bus gotta push to the next city, gotta rush Big plans gettin' discussed, so freedom is a must Fuck the police, tell 'em, "Eat my dust" 'Cause still it ain't safe, not even in a world full of cops I got bored of askin', "When is this hurt gonna stop?" We don't want to conversate or confer with the opps It is what it is Recently, I've been learnin' a lot All I know is there's no better feeling Than gettin' home and seein' my little girl in a cot, so This year we're done talkin' Forget the bagga chat, it's just action Man are trollin' to get a reaction Every day, it's another distraction Gotta fight temptation, can't get lost in the sauce Have I got a heart? Yeah, of course But I had to put my feelings on pause [Chorus] Cause like a bullet from a gun, it burns When you realise she was never your girl It was just your turn You got to face your demons Don't matter how much money you earn Your niggas said 4L But the shit got real and you weren't concerned The same old story, the world spins 'round and 'round, fam Lessons have to get learned [Outro] Planet Earth |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-9dxYcH7sg
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Rico Nasty - Sugar Trap
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Kodak Black - Expeditiously
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Killing niggas then I rap about it, like I'm Melly, nigga (Right)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8W1Wy00KVhg
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nMipJaJInQ
im gone get in that pussy & dance in it house with a lake, no neighbors, ayy & links on my wrists, no bailiff, ay house with a lake, no neighbors, ayy & links on my wrists, no bailiff, ay I'm like how can I breathe when you be gone? Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be wrong i see u fuckin with me, im catchin on im gone put a lil seed in yo tummy |
til then, ill have no reason to sleep in. not even on weekends...unless we're together cuz my willpower will prolly weaken
I've got some letters inside of my drawer
That should have been stamped and delivered One is addressed to my ex It says "I'm the type of man who can't be lived with" One is addressed to my friends It says "I'm a mess so y'all can't visit" One is addressed to myself But I don't know which personality or hand to give it I'm a God-damned misfit, mismatched, but never missed much Mr. right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips touch I don't miss the mistrust, it's what got our messages mixed up Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch This stuff's a whole other drawer From a different dresser I'm not ready to address I went to the west to get my mind off things, I'm already depressed I give up, get let down, downplay, play games, put on my game face Face my pharmaceutical needs, feed on my medicine, I don't like the way that it tastes I go place to place without enough money to put a bed under me I share my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies I laugh at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me When I'm hungry I can taste it I hide in the basement Check up on me every now and then 'Cuz my mood swings low, I can feel myself going down again Falling off is easy, getting put on takes a bit of ass-kissing I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring I rap and sing and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers The "hunt and kill" method I edit one third of a word per second Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss You'll eventually get my virtual good bye kiss The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch" And the one for myself's untitled but...it's the same virus My wrists get slit on your shoulder blades When I lose my grip when I hold your face Let it drip on your golden laced silver slip Spilling all over the place I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we go on dates To prove I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower pace "The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she states Before my parents get home I'll take Time to find the fragments of our relationship Glue back together this broken vase Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love takes a bit of practice I'm good at both without even owning a mattress I never asked for a kiss without deserving one If you never saw me cry before Wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor I've got some letters inside of my drawer That should have been sent by now Sealed in an envelope One is addressed to my ex And it says that I feel our friendship's a joke One is addressed to my friend And it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke And one is addressed to myself on a personal note Unopened...filled with endless quotes Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just think Whenever lonely I shrink, and hold myself, squeezing tight Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and kiss myself to sleep at night I have dreams of flight, but I'm not floating The ground is approaching awful quick So I wake up screaming for you to catch me That's what I start every day off with I may talk shit, but ain't much else to do in this prison cell And lucky for me no one really listens well, especially when I diss myself I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over And since I'm used to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always freezing Guess it'll all make sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason 'Til then, I'll have no reason to sleep in, Not even on weekends Unless we're together, 'cuz my willpower will probably weaken Deepen my appreciation for the current condition 'Cuz I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing I slumber in one position. Crouched up and fetal-like The couch sucks cuz my feet are like...given no space to breathe While I embrace my knees Its off to the floor 'cuz I can't sleep nowhere else That's why I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em It's better to just keep to myself |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_skg4Nc0RHU
u wanna see a dead body? how bout a 12 guage shotty? my bro said, 'fuck it, get money' my other bro said, 'shoot everybody!' i like how they talk shit but aint on shittttt cuttin the work, that's an editttt yo b i need a ratchet gettin tired of these hand tingssssssss fiends over dose, need a medic (he's dead!) |
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