Lyrics

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 singlе bill to pay Nostalgia feeling so appealing everyday rеvealing 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 ~ My mind overflows onto pages in rows Thinkin there's less stupid shit to do than call women hoes 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