It’s almost like a goal of mine to wake up in the pm
Hating myself for what I drink and what I smoke per diem
Everyday I seem to further my regiment of self-destruction
Pretty soon I’ll lose all ability to function in society
I need sobriety
But the grass keeps screaming from my dealer “please buy me!”
I’ve got clouds in my dome, through the wasteland I roam
Lost in the buzz just tryina get back home

No pride or promise just regrets and I’m upset
By my decision to keep living like an amputee vet
Drinking all my days away, talking bout the good old days
Building up bionicles without a single bill to pay

Nostalgia feeling so appealing everyday revealing
All my flaws dig like claws my brain is going through the ceiling
A cold shower stealing all the demons from my blood
Walking dead the next morning feeling like a fucking dud

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My mind overflows onto pages in rows
Thinkin there’s less stupid shit to do than call women hos
I’m the guy often been found to lay it down with his sound
Inbound cracker trap rappers pound your heads into the ground

I’m fucking nuts, guy. Try to match me and die
I’m just an empty-threat maker with my head in the sky
The verbal bombastic leaves you spastic like problematic magic
can’t stand to view the tragic, put my head in the sand

eating maggots I’m in the attic feeling static
modern cave man with the progressive scan rap jams
like a cul-de-sac scam take your quarter to the arcade
next level sit and revel welcome to the panty raid
this is the real shit
this is the next step
you think your lines are sick? mine got motherfuckin strep
sorry