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Yeah, yeahShoulda died alreadyI shoulda died already, shitYeahI shoulda died alreadyCame in, I was high alreadyEverybody trippin' that my mind ain't steadyFor my sin, shoulda been crucified alreadyWhy the fuck you need me?Don't you know how to fly already?Try and tell you that it ain't realTell 'em, “Find that yeti"Oh motherfucker, I'm that yetiAnd it all could end right nowI never been so readyAll my homies philosophers (damn right)Yeah, all my homies philosophersAnd I don't need nobody, I would love somebody thoughDon't you ever get it fucked upEverybody wanna be GodBesides God, he wanna be like usWe ain't never sleep too muchBeat that pussy up, she gonna need that trustNever see me in the street too muchBut on the inside, I'm outside, all the timeTry and stay away from electric shockThat electric shock, I'm outsideFaces -
YeahYeah, said how's it feel?Can you feel it?Polo pajamas, I think I made itI showed my mom my first million, she damn near faintedThe rich and famous, so nice to make your acquaintanceThe legends put out their latest, I feel that it sound outdatedI'm the hardest workin' person in the universeTemptation, victim to the church of LuciferInternet rappers ain't shit when no computers workYou spent your whole advance on two chains and a Gucci verse (a Gucci verse?)I'm the greatest, admit it, I'm the greatestAnd I don't hold a grudge against anybody who hate itI'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlistIf I ain't in your top 10 then you a racistCocaine ether creates a strange creatureThey wasn't hearin' me 'til I fucked with a BrainfeederI'm still playin' it out the same speakersI did it all without a Drake feature!So many things that I've createdBut this right here might be my favoriteThey ask me how I feel, I say, “amazin'"I feel amazin’So many things that I've createdBut this right here might be my favoriteYeahBrand new home, I think I made itKey to the city, I keep to open the gates withA briefcase with a million under the pavementThat's just on some rainy day shit, yeahThe kids gettin' murdered that I grew up withThey shootin' up, doing drugs or they doing nothin'My girl's parents still livin' out in the hoodI come through in that new Bimmer like the shit all good, damnI'm just a human, let me make mistakesShit has changed, ain't little Malcolm with the baby faceEven my homies tell me, "take a break"They know it ain't their place, and this a day I hate to wasteTryna be a legend by tomorrowThey say I can't, I'm determined to prove 'em wrong thoughI'm not perfect but they ain't eitherI did it all without a Jay feature! -
Mr. Davis?OkaySnowflakes keep fallin' on my expired debit cardsDon't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10 tomorrowMissiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regularI never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra carMy pool house studio is covered up with pencil marksAnd every day it's full of jokers like a deck of cardsSwear, I'm so lonely, there's horns on my dome-pieceBut I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfuckin' minotaurOh my God, look at how upset you are'Cause we out here winnin', brought my dogs from out the reservoirAnd I'ma let 'em bark, before you ready my set will startWe forgot our roots before and trust me, things, they fell apartWash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heartMy conscience so weak I need to split it up in seven partsRevis brought me out to Cali for the first timeWent to Amar’e's party, took tequila shots with Kevin HartBut Kevin don't remember thatI saw him at the VMAs, told a joke, he never laughedThe rap diablo, free your mind, my mottoAnd we all gon' be good if TreeJay ever hit the lotto (we muhfuckin’ rich!)So arigato, shit, you know I'm world famousAnd R. Kelly been told me I'm the world's greatest (you're the world’s greatest)But still to fall in love is like an orgasm'Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake itI'm always faded, gettin' shaded in the basementI just bought a cello, now all I do is play itThank God that I made it, ask Q where Dave isHe'll probably tell you that he rollin' midnights out in Vegas (seven midnights)Me? I'm in my spaceship, my face is so complacentWear a suit to cash a check, we goin' to the banquetAnd Jimmy got the burner, but he don't wanna murderAnd Clockwork is somewhere out in Sweden speaking Danish likeHi Sven, isn't this your language?That man must be an alien, I really can't explain it, shitIt's just a little cocaine sniffBut the lines longer than parades is, yeahI think it's time to give me all your praisesSo I can get this money and give all the homies raisesMy life is on these words, this is my affidavitAnd if you want a legal battle, send your ass to David (that’s my lawyer)Um, I'm half-man, half-amazin'Probably half-God, but that don't fit my calculations (don't make no sense)I know the planet Earth is 'bout to explodeKinda hope that no one save it, we only grow from anguishMiller MacMiller MacMiller MacMiller, Miller, Miller, MillerThere's snowflakes fallin' on my debit cardSwear I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever areIn this Game of Thrones, it is known I got them 4GLTE connection bars, no control, fuck Ken' Lamar (fuck you, Kendrick!)I don't vote, I never registeredBut I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward SharpeI wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher startSo me and Q put people on the label you’ll rememberSmiled as I saw Jerm nerdin' out with Josh BergTalkin' analog gear and drinkin' Arnold PalmerIn the other room, watchin' C-Span with E. DanLayin' down a bass line, doin' drums with his free hand (how the hell does he do that?)When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto RicanMy mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrowsI walked in, ready for them Sprewell braidsBut the lady said my hair was too short though, damnI always thought my moms was the illest for that shitDrivin' through the hood, she did not have a reactionWith a six-year-old she kept the doors unlockedAnd drove by the 5-0 like “fuck those cops!”Goddamn, it just don't stopI know my father probably wish that I would just smoke potMy grandma probably slap me for the drugs I gotI'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love rocksMiller MacMiller MacMiller MacMiller, Miller, Miller, MillerYeahI've had the same outfit for six days straightAnd still all these bitches will get in position 'cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paintSomehow, I'm makin' this music, it's just to relate to (damn, you're drownin')And I got the life raft, ain't gonna save youLook at my reflection, I broke the mirrorIt's only for protection, shit keep gettin' weirderAnd I can't see a thing but things never been clearerCall the Mothman, it's Richard Gere (it's Richard motherfuckin' Gere)Yeah, this is our yearLet's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta hereI've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphereAnd lookin' down like, "We come in peace"Yeah, I told Will and Bill they need to kick the habitWe on the same trip, we just got different baggagePark spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shitWe were just some motherfuckin' kidsMiller MacMiller MacMiller MacMiller, Miller, Miller, Miller -
Ladies and gentlemenYeahWhew, that dripYeah, okayWritin' on writer's block, haven't slept in daysThey wanna put me in the psycho watchEveryone's afraid of what I do inside my studio, worried I'ma lose controlThey rufflin' my feathers and they shufflin' the Yu-Gi-Oh!Execution flow, at your neck like new cologneUno, dos, bitch, I'm in your head like Freddy Krueger thoughMy brain fried, always chasin' the same highI'm too fucked up to function, do nothin' but waste timeWoke up annihilated, lyin' on the pavementCovered in items I regurgitated under a fire escapeAnd I know that it's Friday, 'cause every Friday they have a paradeIn front of city hall, hear 'em celebrate, they havin' a ballMy pupils dilated, highly dehydrated, I'm lost inside a giant matrixIsolate myself from eyes I find contagiousJump above the comedownI'm strung out, noddin' off inside the dugoutDon't be scared, just come with me, yeahFeels so good to feel this freeWhat are you afraid of? Tell me what you made ofWhat are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dustLa-da-da-da-da-da-da-daLa-da-da-da, la-da-da (just a little angel dust)La-da-da-da, la-da-da-daLa-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)YeahI'm playin' hot potato on a WinnebagoThe chips are stale, they taste okay though when they dipped in quesoAnd what's an angel with a missin' halo?She would drop outta school to take a trip to DayGlowFound a twenty layin' by the sewer ratsYou know little Stuart hasn't been in any movies latelyHe spent his paychecks on cocaine and latexHis agent workin' hard to try and book him a commercialWhat I do should not concern you, do this 'til I turn blueNot Eric Sermon, I'm more Merlin, curses turn 'em into bird foodHurry to make the first move, I'm walkin' like HerschelAnd now we at the end of verse two, ohDon't be scared, just come with me, yeahFeels so good to feel this freeWhat are you afraid of? Tell me what you made ofWhat are you afraid of? It's just a little angel dustLa-da-da-da-da-da-da-daLa-da-da-da, la-da-da (said it's just a little angel dust)La-da-da-da, la-da-da-daLa-da-da-da, ayy (it's just a little angel dust)Don't fuck with the angel dustDon't fuck with the angel dustPlease don't fuck with the angel dustPlease don't fuck with the angel dust -
Check myself into rehabYeah, um, I might die before I detox (you piece of shit)Now that's a barI'm gonna save that one for a little bit (you piece of shit)Now let me come with somethin' else, you feel me? (here we go)It's Air Jordan on my flip-flopsAnd kill me now if I did it all for hip-hopI might die before I detoxThis ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat offWe keep chiefin' while police watchLoss in vibration, sirens blowin' up the weed spotAnd Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be copsChasin' after gangsters but they never find the G spotI'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrowAt the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrowBut I just pray that I'll survive tomorrowAs she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrowShe'll be smilin' by tomorrowEverything will be so fine tomorrowPut the white away, we can do some lines tomorrowCome say hi to MorrowWell I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shitWell I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shitHere I amOh I know you see meHere I amYeah and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I amI'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile onLet’s hold hands and sing the Bible, that’s a violent psalmThe high-strung, eyes low, ride alongEverybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dieathon (kill me)Oh, I'm the bombLiterally back away, I'm the bombLet me get my lion onYeah, okay85 grand get you a heavy ass wristThey ain't killin', they just yellin', that's itA deadly combination with that ecstasy sniffI’m on the phone probably yellin' at RichSay, double the money, please, double the moneyTriple the problems, double the moneyThey was all laughin', wasn't that funny?I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junkieThe U-S of A, I fuck with my countryBut Uncle Sam could never teach me how to DougieI'm thinking ‘til my brain popsSpittin' is a cakewalkI'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day jobWe’s gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bake shopEverythin' is A-1, steak sauce(Oh, thank God)Goddamnit (Thank God)Thank GodHere I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shitHere I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit -
Man, I think I'm Eric AndreMan, I think I'm Louis C.K.Man, I think so therefore I am, manIt's 8 AM, manMy mind is an emporium of cute naked hoesMy brother one of the only ones I can confide inIt ain't no water in the pool, go 'head and dive inI toot my horn, I blow my bugle, I recycleI say "free beluga whales" on YouTubeWhat do you do?OkayThe pussy like trouble 'cause I'm in it oftenA drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffinBut down the slope in my tobogganThree day delirium, gettin' weirder than AustinNow it's seven in the morning, this rapper life is so boringStill at it, the drug-absorbing, endorphin addict, yeahThe evil follow me, I got a devil magnetI know a bitch who'll let you fuck her for Coachella passesOh, so pompous, the ambianceYou remind me of the lobby of the MondrianI saw you meditatin', get your Gandhi onIf she got that stank puss, then I won't be longNever lose your mind 'cause insanity is brutalLife is just like college, all you have's your noodleMirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead manMe and Mikey go back like Bron-Bron's headbandThe white American, hiding from the AryanNew Tibetan Mastiff, and he hate it when you stare at himJump in, the jacuzzi on, say I fuck witchu the long wayI love you more than Kanye love KanyeAnd I'm a slave to the W, I don't hang with losersI'm in the suburbs doin' drive-bys on Razor scootersIt's my first try, swear I got a third eyeIt's work time, I sell the coke to students out in IrvineComing off the high, listening to JamiroquaiWhy we go through hell when we tryna get to paradise?It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of lifeIt's like we shootin' for the stars but we scared of heightsI'm indoors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith LordWe might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4Get high, fuck her with the Tech DeckCallin’ local middle schools and sendin’ in some death threatsHey lookWhen I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heartI need the briefcase in 15 minutesOr everybody's finishedI love my powder white, prefer my bitches blackI'm gettin' lit with Da$h, you don't see us in the backNo longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million cashOh yeahLet me off at the topWe can keep ridin' for nowLet me off at the topThe road keeps windin' aroundLet me off at the topOh, I'm high as the cloudsLet me off at the topHey motherfucker shut your motherfuckin' mouth!Yeah -
Jumping out the CaminoJust left the gas station, smell like Hot CheetosRecording soft-core on her TiVoMa, the meatloaf!Breathe smoke, got a vegan bitch in the Peace CorpsAll she ever do is ask me what I eat meat forHold up, pause, always over the quotaBoss, wake up in Polo, sleep in LacosteTravel across the world, but that didn't phase meCouple people that I know that happen to play meOnce they start to realize that I'm actually crazyShit, I'm actually crazy, um, andQ's phone gettin' blown up by Lyor CohenChristian Dior, nothin’ I'm ownin’Go to Hawaii, fuck with SamoansGet faded and sleep in the oceanJust keep it in motionI'm rollin’, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rollin’Keep it in motion, I'm rollin’, yeahAnd your bitch wearing elbow padsSell her pussy over Melrose AveI've been to hell and back tryna get attached to my better halfNever that, the smile’s so gone, so bring the coke onI'm higher than Voltron with a bunch of gold onCaucasians still love me like my name was Michael BoltonHold on, do you fuckin' dirty like the soap goneFroze on, it's bone chilling, colder than the Pope's secretsOlder than Capone's demons, comin’ from a place where there was no JesusWalking behemoth, I increase the feces'Cause shit real, fly into your windshield and get killedBuggin' out, had it allI'm nothing now, I just gave it awayFuck a label, Cain and Abel, put a name to a faceUm, yeahI bust your speakers with some bullshit rapI'm on drugs, all my new shit wackRemember thatI ain't shit but a fraudBut everyone I know ain't nothin’ to GodBut everyone I know ain't nothin’ to God -
Just so Pittsburgh, manSaid, how's it feel?Can you tell me how it feel?Now it's realSo can you tell me how you feel?Can you tell me how it feel?Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How's it feel?So can you tell me how's it feel?Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?YeahSaid, baby, what you doin' tonight?We could watch the world, get ruined tonight, livin' this lifeGot you flexin', feelin' colder than iceLet it melt as we follow all the stupid adviceAnd I don't usually like to be this honest witchu, I must have lost the pictureGimme a box of Swishers, room full of obnoxious bitchesWhy you lyin' to me?Just grab your ladies, that Mercedes all kinds of roomyAnd when the times are gloomy, hit me upI could make you feel like that perfect girl you wish you wasGivin' you that feelin' like when Christmas comeI just take all of my problems, throw 'em in the bluntLight 'em up and watch 'em float away, ayyWatch 'em floatI can take you anywhere that you wanna goCan you dream?Can you tell me how's it feel?How's it feel?How's it feel?Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How's it feel?Can you tell me how it feel?How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?Okay, saidI'm back on these rap songs, feelin’ they're never gonna last longGot a shortcut, baby? I'll pass on itMy dick, throw your ass on itPass the time, ask for my alibi, tryna tell you I need thatJust relaxPut that money in my motherfuckin' handTake another pull, goddamnAin't part of the plan, like a car in a vanI'm rollin', I'm feelin' good, I'm goldenMy man, let me just do my dance'Cause, motherfucker, this my jamSaid this my jam, this myHow many times you 'bout to let them opportunities pass you by?I used to be a pretty passive guy, since before I was a goddamn mastermindThat castle of mine, I came up in half the time as these lame fucksYou can't rush that greatness, that mansion where my maid livesLike whoaWatch 'em floatI can take you anywhere that you wanna goCan you dream?Can you tell me how's it feel?How's it feel?Can you tell me how it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me?How's it feel?Can you tell me how it feel?How's it feel to come and hang around a motherfucker like me? -
I give no fucks when I go nuts'Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, deadWoke up from a comaPoured up with a soda, smoked, went back to bedNever thought I'd be such a lonerI tell my bitch that I fuckin' own herMy neighbor's daughter just got a dogI'ma run it over, I'm a fuckin' soldierSo cold, bruh, fuck pneumoniaAll my bitches got love for SosaI just wanna fuck Rosa AcostaThen disappear in Southern CaliforniaStrung out 'til the night, I'm chillin'Everybody worried that the lights might kill 'emFeel ya sight slippin'Long lines of those white womenI'm with the homies, bump Counting CrowsJust went through a half ounce of cokeBlood pourin' all out my noseDon't tell my mom I got a drug problemI'm fuckin' highly publicizedWhen the sun go down, I come alive'Cause the guns go off in the summertimeThe guns go off in the summertime, blaowThis another motherfuckin' rap songBroke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last longSpent all my cash on a broken dreamWent from weed and liquor to the coke and leanAll I got's this mansion and this potpourriBut don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?Don’t I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?WhoaI blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paperAnd lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the dailyGettin' wasted as the time that I'm spendin' high and sedatedI'm puttin' five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshitAs soon as it's flashin' lights then it's kush to hide in the bushesI do this shit out of spite 'cause there's n****s that overlooked me foreverI'm more content with dark and stormier weatherFlip the fuckin' cross on your rosary, we supposed to be betterBut here's a toast to your effortsAnd don't approach me with nothin' that isn't money or breakfastI'm close to chokin' a pussy, pussySweaty man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on himWith a couple n****s, weighin' sess like it's a lot of optionsFifteen on me for soda and SwishersAnd who's the shit, a bag of chips and a colon decleanser?I'm over bitches tryna act like I owe 'em a pictureRather introduce these hoes to Vince, who could show you a pistolListen, ST was the older initialsBend rap game tighter than boa constrictorsRollin' stone like a boulder ravin'I'm so impatient and goin' dumb as disclosin' my fuckin' home location to total strangersNo love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sinkCashin' out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you thinkThe sky'll turn black and the carrions could pickAt my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me adriftThis another motherfuckin' rap songBroke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last longSpent all my cash on a broken dreamWent from weed and liquor to the coke and leanAll I got's this mansion and this potpourriBut don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?Don’t I look so handsome in these Polo jeans?Whoa -
There's a birthday party happening upstairs (where?)And it's all for me, who the fuck cares? (fuck it)They won’t notice if I never go and show my face (face)They just looking for a reason they can celebrate (that’s okay)I hate to waste the vanilla cake that they made for me (tasty)I’ll tell the same stories, they pretend they never heard ‘em (boring)I'll just stay down here inside the studio (uh huh)Doing blow and paraphrasing The Crucible (witch!)If you fucking with the God, that's a funeral (kill ‘em)Lose your soul, I’m witcha longer than your student loans (woah)Who got the ecstasy pills? I need a few to roll (raw)I'm a real drug addict, homie, you should knowSomebody please tell Jimmy to put the pistol down (stop man, please!)He's serious this time, he's gonna kill me nowHe'll regret it when I hit the ground (what did I do?)For now, everybody gather roundIt's happy birthday (woo)It's a birthday party (yeah)Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherfucking song)It's your birthday party (sing me a motherfucking song)Yeah, happy birthday (yeah)It's your birthday party (come on)Happy birthday (come on, come on)Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on)Yeah, okayHappy birthday (thanks)How the fuck you feel? (good)Do you ever sit and wonder what is real? (huh?)Do you ever reach to touch her but there's nothing there? (there)Do you tell her that you love her but she doesn't care? (care)Does she tell you that you hurt her and you're unaware? (no)Did you hear about a heaven, now you running there? (go)Do you think about the fantasy and make-believe? (okay)Do you cover up your eyes, you can't wait to see? (look)Lately, I've been having strange dreams (uh huh)Paranoid they hate me, everybody think I'm crazyBaby, can you take me somewhere where the sky blue? (uh huh)You can lead the way, I promise I'll be right behind you (let's go, let's go, let's go)I do see myself as iconic (yah)Getting high my downfall, it's kinda ironicLike a condom they on it (woah)Got 'em in my pocket (woah)No time to worry, hurry up and light the candles everybodyHappy birthday (woo)It's a birthday party (sing me a motherfucking song)Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherfucking song)It's your birthday party (everybody sing along)Yeah, happy birthday (sing me a motherfucking song)It's your birthday party (everybody sing along, come on)Happy birthday (come on)Yeah, happy birthday (come on, come on, come on, come on)Happy birthday to youTo you -
YeahMy bitch can tell that I'm addicted to pussy, she looking past itThe smile that she faking is tragic, hate lookin’ at itThat magic I try to grasp it, she's had it with the dramaticsFantasize of love, so classicAttracted to what she got up in her atticCan we mind fuck?Do I lie when I look inside her eyes? Hush, don't say a wordI know I make you hurtSorry is my favorite wordI don't deserve your trust, but can we make it work?I hate to end the story, can we wait until the morning to decide on it?Spend this time pretendin’ it was that first summerWe was pure loversShe was used to being hurtI took that curse from herSometimes I wonder what it's all forYou wish that I would call moreYou're sick of seeing condoms in my sock drawerLove turns to war so quicklyI envisioned us married and 50Couple of kids that we drop off at Little LeagueI'm addicted to you, you only want the best, I need to listen to youI'm fuckin’ other girls, wishin’ it's youFuck the bullshit, we in loveI'm a mess, but can you clean me up?Girl, I'm the worst, yeahI know that I'm the worst, yeahBut you're something I can't loseLet me just tell you the truthThat'd be a first, yeahGirl, I'm the worst, yeah,I know that I'm the worstDon't know what I gotta doJust love you so much that it hurtsYeah, umAnd I see you falling victim to the thirstAll the sins you committed, you could probably use a couple minutes in churchBut, for what it's worth, I think you're perfectThere's an angel hiding underneath your surfaceYeah, the woman of my dreamsI'm looking at her sleepThe pussy right in front of meI shouldn't be so weakWhat did I do to deserve a love like this?You see her shining? That's my sunlight, bitchI'm sick of fighting, that smile is so invitingI see you every time I'm writingI'm losing to all my vices, they kickin’ my assI hold on to this feeling, I wish it would lastDon't wanna lose you for some evil I did in the pastYou knew I fucked that bitch and you didn't react?Girl, it's me and you, how simple is that?Gave me all your love, now I'm giving it backBut I know thatGirl, you the worst, yeahYou know that you the worstBut I'm something you can't loseIf you just told me the truth that'd be a first, butGirl, you the worst, yeahYou know that you the worstEvery time you say you sorry, everything you do just feel like it's rehearsed -
YeahCan you turn up my headphones?YeahThis music go with my funeralMusic go with my funeralSaid I was raised inside this gritty cityRidin' through, you probably miss meMy bicycle fell, I hit the road, the mailman almost hit meAll these sins were more than shitty, I just pray the Lord forgive meDoin' drugs is just a war with boredom but they sure to get meMy side bitch is sort of pretty, but she got enormous tittiesKnow I'm worth a fortune, she just want a brand new Porsche or BentleyHad a few abortions, unfortunately, I forced themLord knows I'll turn a child to an orphan when I'm tourin'I'm more than what I think of myselfI really have to beSit at home and drink by myselfMy thoughts harassin' meActually, as a matter of fact, she ain't gettin' back to meA shame that my tragedy my masterpiece, yeahTrapped inside these dreams of mineJust tryna get some peace of mind, yeahI've been trapped inside these dreams of mineSo you'll never get a piece of mineThis the last day of my lifeParty like it's the last day of your lifeThis the motherfuckin' last day of my lifeParty like it's the last day of your lifeSee, we swallowed in this web of liesNever try to exerciseYou used to be a fantasy but now I guess it's televisedI heard the legends never die, oh, this lonely hell of mineThere never was a better time to better myselfForever I melt and float away like waves in the oceanStarin' inside of heaven's eyes, the gates will never openI'm smokin' on this field of hope, waitin' 'til my deal gets closedI keep gettin' hotter but all I seem to feel is coldTwenty-two don't feel so old, but I think I'm eighty-twoYou mean to tell me God took seven days and all he made was you?I'm out here with the kangaroosMakin' danger, break the rulesCelebrate my date of birth with acidGet the days confusedHappiness I take from you, searchin' for the naked truthI'm not awakeI'm in a lake, I'll swim away with youBitch, check out the butterflyIf you the truth, then what the fuck am I?YeahThis the last day of my lifeParty like it's the last day of your lifeThis the motherfuckin' last day of my lifeParty like it's the last day of your lifeSaid, where are you goin'?Where are you headed?Where are you goin'?Can I come?Can I come? -
YeahRap diabloYeahIt's the rap diablo, macho when I drop flowsBar gets raised up, it's me and Petey PabloColder than gazpacho, colder than the monoRappin' head honcho, rockin’ shows like I was BonoI go play a couple keys on the pianoThe industry a lie, all the promises were hollowFollow me I could show you where we bes atHow'd I get my g-pass? None of your fuckin' beeswaxThese raps bring a joint together like a kneecapFuck the little 8 balls, show me where the keys atThe time continuum, Mortal Kombat finish 'emTryna find a balance, reachin' from my equilibriumFools I pity 'em, I'm not a humanI'm amphibian, fake superhero like the Mystery MenI ain't saving nothin'I'm gettin' faded 'til the angels comin', skippin' all the famous functionsHow do the famous function? The A-list can't be trustedI strong-arm 'em like I play the trumpetThe bottom barrel of societyI tell my bitch if she don't love me then just lie to me, I'm finer than the wineryTake it from the rich, this is piracyFinally, I don't even need my fucking eyes to seeCome and die with me'Cause everybody got dead homiesSaid everybody got dead homiesYeah, said everybody got dead homiesSaid everybody got dead homiesYeah, umOkay, my mind is Yoda, I'm on AyatollahThese other rappers just a diet sodaI find Jehovah in the darkest places, empty as apartment basementsThis a marathon gentlemen, go 'head and start the racesSave the coffin spacesYou'll come up missin', tell your bitch that you been trippin', now you on vacationRappin' like it's automated, lights I keep 'em on like VegasLava makin', so hot I'm turning hog to baconOnly God can save him, I heard the monsters made himI ain't a star, I'm way farther with the constellationsContemplatin' suicide like it's a DVDLost inside my mind, it's a prison, homie, leave me beYou could see me bleed, I be with the freaks and geeksBitch, I never miss a beat, I'm Charlie Conway, triple dekeGordon Bombay in these streets, ballin' like I'm Pistol PeteBeen a beast, every word I spit rewritin' historyLook at what you did to me, look at what you did to meRun into the underworld with guns and set the sinners freeNo bitches in my circleI'm the show, you the commercialI been poppin' like a kernel, readin' Justin Bieber's journalTreat you like a urinal'Cause everybody got dead homiesSaid everybody got dead homiesYeah, said everybody got dead homiesSaid everybody got dead homies -
YeahAnd I can't feel my legs, I'm a paraplegicLord, I want a fair one with my demonsKaren Meyers became married to JesusBorn dead, they had to dig up my fetusAnd now the devil want to tear me to piecesI'm a diagnosed insomniacAn astronaut who blasted off into the stars galacticOn top of Saturn, fox-trotting with VelociraptorsThe dino aliens invaded Earth so they could feed on hypochondriacsPreparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly threw the spinners on the tractorI listen to Uncle KrackerBut, that's white America for youWe all that mattersI'm walkin’ backwards, shadowboxin’ with karate mastersIt's more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle RockA bad apple like an unemployed MacintoshWe lost JobsNow they brainwashed with dot comIt's only so long until we surrender the free world to Hong KongAnd sinners stay still, but the merry go round, and roundIt all just keeps spinnin’Gotta keep swimmin’Eat drink and let the merry go roundEat drink and let the merry go roundYeahI got a double-sided silver dollarLarry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughterI'm not drowning, I'm waitin’ in the waterKillin’ off these monsters ever since I was a SabraI got horses on my PJsShout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJsOn stage, sending dark forces to my DJThe birdies on tour like PGADavis Love III, Pittsburgh warriorBullets in my corneaIn excelsis Deo, ayo, this is GloriaAve MariaI'm getting bread, yeast rise on EasterMoney is godBlack bitches with jungle fever I love to be onYou on the b-team, I fuck with SolangeAll my life they said I doesn't belongSo I'm chillin’, growing drugs on my lawnAnd sinners stay still, but the merry go round, and roundIt all just keeps spinnin’Gotta keep swimmin’Eat drink and let the merry go roundEat drink and let the merry go roundYeah, what whatHave you found a way out?Have you found a way out?Vacation in Slovakia, celebrating Mardi GrasEating baklava and lobster claw at the RamadaWith a mafia of immigrantsFinna take 'em on a pilgrimageHave you found a way out? -
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YeahWelcome to the dark side of my bizarre mindI'm trapped inside of this amusement park rideThere's an atom bomb inside my hard driveI'm holdin' the apocalypseLet's take a ride and get lost in this metropolisJust realized that I'm an idiotWearin' my disguise, my real face is fuckin' hideousMy pretty bitch watchin' Insidious with her pussy outAw, sookie-sookie nowRapper terrorist, rarer than good parents isPuttin' hard drugs inside of all your babies’ carriagesArrogance, throwin' cherry bombs where the sheriff livesJust because that shit's hilariousAnd I inherited the thirst for self-destruction and I'm scared of itI wanna be buried with a novel and a chariotI'm a bigger illusion than good marriagesOr what it means to be AmericanWhoaI took acid in San FranciscoStripped butt naked, caused a panic at the discoFell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip showI gotta stop thinkin' with my dick holeI took acid in San FranciscoStripped butt naked, caused a panic at the discoFell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip showA genius still thinkin' with his dick boneOut in Wichita, Kansas, smokin' meth with all the localsAskin' them to teach me how to yodelSuppose I'll die alone from an overdose of some sortIn a motel while some whore I’m fuckin’ runnin' to the drug storeI hacked into the motherboard, argued on a public forumUploaded a virus to the network, then unplugged the cordThe laws are not importantIf you scared, lock your door thenOkay, I always feel like a foreignerMorphin' into some sort of sorcererI'm Yuri's brother if it's Lord of WarWhat would I be normal for?I'm goin' door-to-door shootin' pornos with a good scriptI took acid in San FranciscoStripped butt naked, caused a panic at the discoFell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip showI gotta stop thinkin' with my dick holeI took acid in San FranciscoStripped butt naked, caused a panic at the discoFell for the bimbo who was dancin' at the strip showA genius still thinkin' with his dick bone -
If it was colors and shapes, the imaginary'Stead of all of this weight that we have to carryWould you be able to breathe?And if you could just find where that comfort residesNo distraction or movement that fucks wit' your mindWould you let them see?While beneath the ocean, I met with the captainWho sank to the floor on his shipAll of his passengers escaped to safetyBut he was not done with his tripHe looked up and smiled, asked me, "How do you do?''I told him, "I'm losin' my grip"He told me, ''Son, if you want to hold onto yourself then let yourself slip''Fall, ohFall, ohFallOh, it feels good to fallOh, oh, ohThese puzzles are so hard to make into picturesOf something that they'll understandThey could open their eyes, still be blind to the beautyBut march on the heart of this land, oh ohWhy don't you turn around and go home?They invade your minds and then fill them with nonsenseThese things that a man doesn't needTake out the love and the passion and hopeAnd they fill it with nothing but greedWhile floating through galaxies, they said I couldn'tI noticed how sad one can get'Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful, I findI can't understand nothing no moreIf I jump, let meFall, ohIf I jump, let me fall, ohFallOh, it feels good to fallOh, oh, oh -
I'm the muhfuckin' greatest, y'all don't know that yetI don't need your money, you can hold that checkAt the crib in some Polo sweatsI don't need a ho, that's what the hoes don't get, whoaI'm on my worst behaviorBad side piece with the Persian flavorMuhfuckers never loved usComin' for your money, muhfucker don't trust usYou ain't shitBought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brickI don't want nothin' with your doo-doo cliqueTreat her like a dog how I do that bitchDone doin' promoAnd it's still motherfuckin' Most DopeMade a couple million off a brandMuhfucker, we ain't even got a logoBitch, you better have my money (must be feelin' myself)I don't see anybody but me (plan on killin' myself)Keepin' shit too real (keepin' shit too real)See a muhfucker like me gettin' money (how does it feel?)Already been but I'm back for moreInsomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress forInsomniac, I don't know what I got a mattress forDon't sleep!I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (look bitch, don’t try and speak around me)I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me)I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (oh, hello Q)Said I'm a maniac, crazy, act insaneThink I might need a cage in factChain reactions happen when I make a pactA psycho, God made me that'Cause I fade to blackI gets down like a plane attackYou muhfuckers just made me laughHa ha, goddamnit, this ain’t a drill, do not panicLet me see how loud you screamI'm off the map, muhfuckas start lookin'But they're never gonna see where I beShe only speak FrenchSaid "Bitch look, don't try and speak around me"And I don't sleep at allIf you on that bullshit, I ain't gonna be involvedShit, I could make a million puttin' my lyrics on a teeFearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, GretzkyTake your bitch, Joe Pesci, don't test meDon't flex if you ain't got shit on meAnd, you ain't got shit on me, come get itJar full of fresh white snow, bag full of unleadedI don't get enough creditDon't sleepThey done fucked up, huh?The biggest bezel, huh?The don, Ricky Farrakhan, huh?My weed burnin', my chain glitterHe's self-made, Mac Miller my real n****Fuck who don't like it, bitch, come see meFuck who don't like it, hittaGettin' money so complicatedI'm the shit, I'm constipatedYour baby mama, straight G, let me use the crib to mail all the weedCalifornia, Atlanta, white girl in a black PhantomMy top down, mid-December, ride with a big black fat n****Krispy Kreme then it's chicken wingsIntroduce, different thingsJet skis and the best weedThink it's fake? Bitch, test meI'm jet-lagged, don't need a stylistPants sag, Jimmy FallonBlowin' green in the green roomDef Jam like, "Boss really wildin'"Yeah, they hate but won't box a n****Bought the estate from a boxer n****Paranoid, I'm walkin' roundI'm butt naked with my chopper, n****My chopper, n****I'm butt naked with my chopper, n****Said I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (look bitch, don’t try and speak around me)I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac (bitch I don't speak French, look bitch, don't try and speak around me)I'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniacI'm an insomniac, a muhfuckin' insomniac -
YeahUm, who put the spiders in my applesauce?Took the pins out my hand grenade?Somebody said that I deserve to dieI looked him in the eye, said the devil's not circumcisedWho put spiders in my applesauce?Took the pins out my hand grenade?Somebody tell me I deserve to dieI looked him in the eye and said the devil not circumcisedSo play me a song on the guitarGot a rainforest in my cigarThere's knots in my yo-yo stringPut a crown on my stallion, I'm the Polo kingI fell in love with a go-go dancer, she a single momThe underdog, like to play the game with Diddy KongShe the god type, throw that bitch a KlondikeEverything is alright, see it's written in the PsalmsI told her I get rich off my little songsGave her a million reasons that she should come alongImmediately, she dropped her shitBut everywhere I go, they told me, "Watch yo bitch!"God damn, I guess I got another oneGood vibrations, Marky Mark and the Funky BunchI put the gourmet flavors inside the honey bluntGot my head underwater but I ain't comin' upFuck air, my bitch ass is like a plump pearAnd she ain't pretty or ugly, I say she just fairMan, this life is unfairOkay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to loseAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to doAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?Stuntin’ in a UberI'm readin' old Playboy magazinesSomethin' from the '50s when the journalism had its peakYou play the background, you just a member of the facultyI'm actually out here decision makin'Had to get my shit together, I was missin' paymentsI just pray to God that my lady isn't famousShe threw the gown on and we hit the banquetShe got her own story, just let the bitch explain itMac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'boutWas, in fact, the same chick, late-night, creepin' outSneakin' out, my homie knew her, told me keep an eyeFound out she was twerkin', found out she wasn't workin'The whole game switched when my man hitGot me rollin' in a circle, top-down, blowin' purpleSeen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle (I said)Seen the parkin' lot, I'm 'bout to crawl up like a turtle (swang)Switchin’ lane to lane, still tippin'Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' (Mike Jones)Switchin' lane to lane, still tippin'Trunk up, top down, call it parkin' lot pimpin' (Mac)Okay, I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to loseAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?I said I'm parkin' lot pimpin', I got nuttin' to doAnd I'ma do this 'til I'm 102Why you tryna stunt when we stuntin' on you?Stuntin’ in a Uber -
Take your time, when talkin' to a n**** I don't waste noneKnock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes comeSick of hearin' cases from these n****s who ain't face noneBut I'ma be the n**** that they feelin' when the day comeThirsty for the pay, young n****s led astrayStray bullet hit my brother in his muhfuckin' faceWhat's fate when a person don't deserve what he get?Shootin' reckless at the father, almost murdered the kidOr is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?Ain't embarrassed where I'm livin', we get merit for killsFrom a family of n****s that was veteran skilledVoted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guildDeals made, sellin' thrills paid the bills at the cribDrag him down by the river, he'll be missin' for yearsAnd them funerals was usual, I ain't sheddin' no tearsKnew the fallen had it better off than most of us did'Cause shit, heaven knows, heaven's gates prolly closedAnd these hoes in a race for the goldWe was raised on that fork in the roadNo food on our plate, just the meals that we stoleYeah, oh-woah-ohOh-woah-oh-ohI spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured KobeThe holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some OakleysThat's a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept closeSober, I can't deal, I'm in the corner with my head lowRunnin' from my shadow, never ending chaseEase the pain and the battle that's within meSniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depressionMy temple feel the metal comin' out the Smith & Wesson, bangSay a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floorMy bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile moreOff them drugs that hit you in your spinal cordThis the shit I need to keep the climate warmWish I could get high, the space migrationPretend I can just fly to great vibrationsThe magazines need a quoteWhen I'm gone, sorry, I don't leave a note, yoWoah-oh-oh-oh, yeahAnd this pain, and this painAnd this pain, and this painMixed up with this rain, this rainThis rain, this rain, woah-woah-woahYeah, oh-woah-oh, yeah9th Wonder -
I've been rappin' since the apparitionGod was gonna kill me and I'm glad he didn'tMight have made a bad decisionHe just left me with an ocean and a bad religionWhile Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of WinstonsUp on a church hill, acid trippin' with older menAs they tell her stories, she's seducin' 'emBut she only usin' 'emMy studio is filled with spiritsAnd every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friendsYeah, and Lord knows how we hate the questionsSo back and forth, exchange faces over why I'm playin' table tennis at dinnerI end up so bitter when I loseDefeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoesAnd I'm dancin'Never got the steps rightLoose, I never slept tightBut I'ma keep dancin'YeahI did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to AmericaPouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrierA silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (take a picture)Split your line up like James FarriorI've always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cureWeed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burnWiffle Balls a child's toys, ain't fuckin' with amateursI'm Ken Griffey on the MarinersOkay, I'm way beyond the boundariesOutside of parametersThe rap chancellor, jacket made of camel furAnd Clockwork got every single answer 'cept timeI've experienced every feelin' except fineI'm line dancin' again -
He's on drugs againMy neighbors yellin', I don't give a fuck againAnd I swear to God if the cops come againI'ma open up this door, get to rumblin'Start bussin', bussin', bussin', bussin'My dick, your mouth, no discussion, yeahIt's all happenin', I must be imaginin'Take a hit, time travelin'Turn up the mothafuckin' volumeYeah, yeah, yeah (I'm ‘bout to bust like the condom)And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? (that disguise make your body look awful)Let me see them nipples, babyOoh (what's happenin' man)Don't give it all up, just a little, babyOoh (what's happenin' here)I'm just tryna free your mind (free your, free your mind)'Cause all you see is dollar signs (blinded by the streets)Line-crosser, real-life flyin' saucerNothin' straight 'bout her but her postureYoung prodigy, I'ma eat lobsterPull Spanish bitches but I speak nadaAnd she got a need to roll the weed all upYou ain't got a chance when it's me on ya (shit)I'm a muhfuckin' legend, girlLeave that pussy kilt, bitches out in EdinboroTurn up the mothafuckin' volume (I’m ‘bout to bust like the condom)And you a freak, why you hidin' in a costume? (that disguise make your body look awful)Leave that pussy crippled, babyOoh (what's happenin' man)Let me slide right down the middle, babyOoh, where the fuck my Thumbalina?Has anybody seen her? (Face)She blinded by the streetsOoh -
In '09, we were still on the bus, n****Before Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brushWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'I ain't know we was on the cusp of the moneyTryna get a few bucks under custodyAnd my twin brothers was all Syd's brothersSo my kin gully and my skin toughenedThick lens coverin' my eyes nowThey ain't bright, n****, I'm just high nowAnd if this a different way to clear my mind outI need to find out, I'm doin' fine nowAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk nowAnd everybody at the show look astoundedPosted up drowsyIn the cut so much that it's pus 'round meCatch him in the daytime or dusk hoursSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out itIf your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (nah)Can't call it harsh livin' when the margin between you and all these fuck n****s is about as large as it getsAnd you workin', givin' arm and a legSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'Like a long distance bitchWho you know that's out that's harder than this?Chargin' n****s like a Tomlinson win, n****Slight frown on the brow on the brim, color brownRunnin' wild on the route that was pickedWhen the clouds rainshrouded I’m out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' againI could drown you with a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinkin' from a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo CarpathianJust look at the state he's inThe most critically-acclaimed, slang contortionist that ain't suckin' corporate dickSaid it with my balls in gripOther hand got a cork to hitAll this Ralph be the sportsmanshipWalked in and said I needed all the chipsAs well as the one on my shoulderFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odorCops still lockin' n****s up for quotasBrain still numb from the shit in the soda so a generation lostFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loftWarrants bein' filed for the cases foughtAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' costYou ain't Superman when that cape is offJust Clark, n****, sittin' in his high-riseTryna see the bright side of lifeAnd a n**** just keep comin' back with a dark pictureIt's like hard liquor, and seePeople are books, so you judge a muhfucka by the first pageAnd a bitch by the back coverThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats coveredReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stageThey said my shit was so insaneIt was like Cobain did his last numberMotherfuckerI could drown you with a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinkin' from a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYeah, wellIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downsHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for nowShit was supposed to get me highWhy the fuck I wanna die now?And I’m strung out on this dusty couchIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, "Slow down, stop runnin' your mouthYou holdin' my money, just shut up and count"My right nostril hasn't worked in a weekPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheikMe, I'm swervin' in a JeepBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street yellin'"Play my shit or wake the baby up”I get her faded, put it back in her labiaAll my life I've been afraid of powderAll my life I've been afraid of powerWhere did all that go?The wrong decision always call my phoneLast supper I was fuckin' with the CorleonesI need somethin' stronger than a cortisoneThat can save me from the war I knowShout out to Soulo, and rest in peace Alori JohThe devil on the other side of this glory holeAny time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the roadWhoa, look at all these new faces (I see, I see, I see)They comin' on a plane but they're leavin' their suitcasesBeen a criminal before scales were digitalUsed the put the weed in the sole of my blue AsicsHate myself, fuck the strangersBut the raps are just way too flagrantSo here I go (here I go)Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail MaryI've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all thereIt's not just gypsies and fairiesThis could be my last breathI'ma take my time (wait a second, please)'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came inRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mindYou are standing in a shallow soulYou are speaking with a shallow soulShallow soulI could drown you with a shallow soul (tell me why I'm so lonely)Shallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinking from a shallow soul (tell myself I'm free)Shallow soul, shallow soulYou are standing in a shallow soul -
And if by chance this is my grand finaleThen bury me in Allegheny County, it’s theThe most hated, so faded that I'm bow-leggedDon't bathe, gross gang, smell like old lo mein, shitThe flow dangerous, make you wanna do the waveThrow your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovationThe most strangest, master of the ceremoniesA fifth of Stoli then it’s only Cher and Moby karaokeMy bitch a shooter, call her Annie OakleyGet you for a pair of Kobe's, just got out on probationAnd no famous friends for me, just old facesI only go places wasted like I'm Joe NamathNot a king, I'm no DavidMusic, I'm a crackheadNo hobbies or recreation, don't even know my addressSelf-medicate, self-educationRick Rubin showed me transcendental meditationLet us have a grand finaleThe world will be just fine without meThe clown got a smile on his faceSlow it down, we goin' out with a bangAre you ready for the fireworks?It was a silent night 'til the fireworksYeah, okay, II fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roadsGod lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowlWe are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sportHe booted Nostradamus, turned water into wineBut he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closetEven God will one day be forgottenAnd recently I been feelin', I been feelin' likeIt'd be really nice to get to sit with Mickey WeissShoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' whiteNever got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still aliveMixin' uppers and downers practically suicideMy Old Jewish mind, Remember music, you'll be fineAnd I make my own beats now, if you behindHallucinations how I use my mindWho am I?Let us have a grand finaleThe world will be just fine without meThe clown got a smile on his faceIt’s goin’ down, we goin' out with a bangAre you ready for the fireworks?It was a silent night 'til the fireworks -
When will we die?This life isn’t fairI miss the highI live a lieThen one day we’ll dieNo one will careTake me insideI’ll meet you thereAm I alive? (Yeah)Am I aware? (Yeah)Do you get high? (Yeah)Are we prepared? (Yeah)Then one day we’ll die (Yeah)No one will care (Yeah)Do you get high? (Yeah)We will survive (Yeah)Who do you think you are, young man, young man?Man, I think you went too farYou can’t stop the danceDon’t ever let them stop the dance, yeahAre we all numb?Where are we going?What have we become?It all keeps on rollingA little bit of light lets the hope growA lot goes on that they don’t knowJust give me a sign, just show me somethingIs it my time?Can I stop running?Lost in the night and it’s so coldForget the things that we don’t knowI made my peace, can I go home?Am I alive? (Yeah)Am I aware? (Yeah)Do you get high? (Yeah)Are we prepared? (Yeah)Then one day we’ll die (Yeah)No one will care (Yeah)Do you get high? (Yeah)We will survive (Yeah)To the girl named DangerSo good to see youDon’t be a strangerIt’s clear I need youThe angels will fall not a saint after allBack to the wall, let me free youProtect me from evil, give me a reasonWhere are the good people?Give us our freedomWhere are the dreamers?Can you show me the dreamers?And we are the creatures, prophets and teachersWe are believers lost in amnesiaWill you let me fade away?I wanna fade awayAm I alive? (Yeah)Am I aware? (Yeah)Do you get high? (Yeah)Are we prepared? (Yeah)Then one day we’ll die (Yeah)No one will care (Yeah)Do you get high? (Yeah)We will survive (Yeah)Amen