Truman

Lyrics

This the type of shit I'd probably crank when I pour a drink After I been stumblin, strugglin just to blink Clutchin on to the sink, mumblin under my breath That I need to get my act together 'fore I end up greetin Death But let's be real about it, nothin ever change the way I feel about it Stubborn like I'm tank-less in the ocean tryin to breathe without it Could probably save and buy a Bentley fully kitted With places for Playstations, and still I would feel like shit And run it off a bridge laughin, smash it off in the rocks Do it wasted, hitch a way home, leave a wreck for the cops So they come and they knock, on my door but I ain't answerin Grab a hold of my life and take the right from the cancer To snuff it out like a candlewick, Nanny's heart could never handle this Hard to even be speakin this candid without some cannabis Breakin down to prevent me from breakin down when reflectin Never planned on me livin this long, that's why I don't own weapons She don't know who she dealin with, no idea of how real it can get Far from pessimistic, bitch I'm dead, I don't feel the shit I'm just tryin to be real honest with myself Remember doctors and teachers sayin I need alot of help Had the cops at my house, tellin Mama I'm a terrorist Closet full of heroin, scared of findin my parents Goin through it all confused about it, callin the fuckin news about it Sendin me off to prison where my neck'll find a noose around it I need some new surroundings Tryin to lose the overcrowded towns but I can't help but feelin grounded like my souls impounded God's kickin my fingers off of the ledge Every time that I scrape and claw from the pits to the gleamin edge And that's the role that I play, just the garbage thrown away When they finish reboundin off me then say they don't know my name Cause I'm only surface cold to ensure that my center's frozen Can't afford to let it melt and show the liquid it's holdin or I'm fucked Any bit of weakness is the end of me Survival of the fittest, acting friendly, but they enemies Wait until they see the opportunity for screwin me And watch the way they twist the shit to justify em usin me to catapault Off of everything I been buildin Like I ain't the boss at the office, you only a temp fill-in You just "ill" when I'm busy, but when I'm back nobody talkin They prefer to rip the bong and hide they gaspin in the coughin They stalkin, ain't gotta look for em Every time my fuckin mouth open they just gather round like the Roman Forum And y'all been passin all these awful artists off as the gods When the bars they spittin ain't bricks, they Cottonelle soft Novices overvalue they minor accomplishments Got no clue what I go through to keep myself at the top of this Even under all the stress, feelin subhuman What's another cigarette? A heart as black as Harry Truman's Won't be nothin new man, I been this way forever Runnin out of shit to say to convince myself that it's gettin better It just keep pilin, afraid to walk in the light And I ain't tryin to live forever, I'm terrified that I might