[Geno]

Title: Genocide & Sound Collab -Untitled

listen..
this that heavy handed heartache deep shit
the kind of feelings you cant even go to sleep with
secrets, the type of shit you keep bottled inside
cause it hurts, way fucking worse than swallowing pride
you try to survive, with poor decisions killing your soul
the impact it has, kinda sort of when a building explodes
with children enclosed, i got bubbles and thick guts
like how the hell i fuck something this big up
i tried to explain what, my true intentions were made of
she laughed in my face, n cut me off before i could say much
walked away tough, even though i wanted her so
blown, as i watch something beautiful come -and then go
maybe innuendo, or a patch of sour venomous grapes
cant be quick to judge, for that i have to get a good taste
a perfect ass and incredible waist, something like wifey to me
but she cut me off short, when she let her spite intervene
i mean, maybe i wasnt completely honest at first
im looking for dreams, was hoping you could honor my search
told me i was a jerk, which i prolly deserved but...
you should understand a man, before you desert one
i try to exert love, communicate and all this horseshit
either your shy, or as bored as my hardwood floor is
handcuff you like im law enforcement, your stuck here now
while everything i say goes in one ear -then out
i ain't your pen pal, fuck this text conversational shit
i wanna speak vocally, when i explain your a bitch
certain anger exists, only emphases can define
you never get it, listening to messages with your eyes
i guess it isn't alive, because it lacks any meaning
try to understand, i need the satisfaction of screaming

you complete my circle but i can tell that you care none
if you did we wouldn't always end up back at square one
scenario - i'm an idiot and you say i'm acting crazy again
you're too busy spending your happy days with your friends
you're face never grins; i can tell your patience is thin
i start out last, only hoping it's first place i will end
girl, i can't fake or pretend cause it's a shame and a sin
if i gave you a second chance you'll do the same shit again
and on the richter, the level of hurt and pain are a ten
once we had patched it all up but you're complaining again
beaten black and blue, can even see the change in my skin
in this game i play by your rules knowing i can't even win
i was faithful, thought i would try to hurt you? please...
i'm low down, terrible - yet you wear my Nike shirt to sleep
never gave a fuck about Layla, Brandy, hell Chloe or Kesha
FUCK ALL of those broads, sluts, bitches, hoes, senoritas
on some real shit i could'a had em', coulda turned from you
they were pretty - but at the end of the day they weren't you
i just want you back so fuck bravado, and fuck all my pride
here, you can have this iPhone - and all of the numbers inside
hold up, wait, fuck you bitch, swear i'm about to lose it man
i snapped, i'm sorry, now do you understand how confused i am?
when i notice your a fraud you tell me to stop, whats the use
it's amazing what a couple of pills and glass of Vodka can do
one minute i swear i'm right, next i'm like fuck it i'm stupid
some things i can only express properly when under influence
man, deep down i've come to realize that our hopes are a few
so what if i open up when i'm drunk - that's my only excuse
even though i hate your ass i'm forced to think you're a queen
now i'm down on one knee - tying my shoestrings 'fore i leave..

Title: Another Day, Another Dollar.

busting my ass to squash bills, when will the funds come
if hard work pays, where the fuck is my lump sum
my love bun, collects support for the child i'm raisin
wanna help bitch, then you better get mine or get naked
real life's been trying my patience, i'm bout ready to snap
been waiting on taxes, but the feds want that revenue back
jobs got me bending in half, sick of killing myself
i'll rob a bank and die, rather take a million to hell
civilian in a villainous shell, economies been drifting away
when your stocks crash, i'll be there to pick up the change
until i rip up the stage, minimum wage is all im'a see
such a bad hand, got lower case cards up my sleeves
hard to believe, without at least a queen who can flush
well she does, my whole check before i see any stubs
tired of being a bum, too much money to even collect
hate asking for help, your crazy if you think im'a beg
or borrow instead, give me dinero just to hit me for more
friends'll smile in your house, but wipe thier shit on your door
been there before, thats why my fucking circle is tight
whole in the middle, could squeeze away the purpose of life
it certainly might, woke up and i ain't ready for this
another day another dollar, swear to god i'm ready to quit.

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