Happy Song

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Grey] I feel stuck, shit out of luck My only reprieve behind eyes Filled up with whiskey and drugs Bad attitude and a real mean mug Never wanted storm clouds but I'm running under one No where to rhyme, a real son of a gun .45 revolver pointed straight at the sun Can't find what im looking for Lost in my heart's core Never felt so tore, same old war My hand was forced [Verse 2: ClockworC] Suffering with the sucker tag Stricken through the last leg of the badlands Not a broken man Got a couple of idle hands and they clapping To the rhythm of the devil as he dance Had a chance, let it pass Now I'm coming full throttle Broken bottles and dreams, I bleed heat Seeming up until the skies I scream I can't breathe, nothing with the smoke Chopping coke with the Rambo knife I ain't nothing nice Slicing through another night [Hook: Mr. Grey & ClockworC] I could sing a happy song but that won't be real I could write all my rhymes but my heart won't feel Dark side leading to the high life We still living in the low life I could sing a happy song but that won't be real I could write all my rhymes but my heart won't feel Dark side leading to the high life We still living in the low life [Verse 3: Mr. Grey] I been beaten by battle but I will never die I learned to ride earthquakes, typhoons, and the blood tide Did inside but I'm still alive, Aquemini Aquarius Master of my domicile, never let the devil roll my dice I'm a hell of guy's white hides inside I need an exorcist to exercise Demons won't subside This world is hell and I'm thinking suicide [Verse 4: ClockworC] Picking up all my pieces after last night's last hit Time bomb, mind gone, breaking through that last brick Kick Chuck Norris for your snowing on me, leave my life From the bead, call me Clock, kamikaze rap Gandhi Cause I ain't needed no bullshit I'm the Armageddon, penning, I'm getting up in your whip quick Shooting from the hip shit, let your bitch triplet Bloody murder, herder of sheep, but still a misfit [Hook: Mr. Grey & ClockworC] I could sing a happy song but that won't be real I could write all my rhymes but my heart won't feel Dark side leading to the high life We still living in the low life I could sing a happy song but that won't be real I could write all my rhymes but my heart won't feel Dark side leading to the high life We still living in the low life [Verse 5: Mr. Grey] I'm sick of ridiculous down Tipping this pier, that pool, thicker us below Thinker is quicker than sound, I've figured it out Meant for bigger and doubt Flaming broads and thunderous clowns The force this energy bounce Pulse of the planet end as we know More and now for spitting it out Been fighting this feeling forever Call it vicious vendetta Razor blade replace my tongue, so Shredder Hate paragraphs with pain The master of my own migraine It's hard to stick good if you can't stay sane [Verse 6: ClockworC] I'm just another hypocritical cynical piece of the puzzle I got, no muscle bloodhound, skipping a couple of hot rocks Long socks, her Da's wifebeater, and camel top I play shows, wage war with the Devil and God Yall be never getting the rest of me The best of me, whats left to see I tried to find it, wind it, on my mind it was the death of me From hanging the facts and blasting with the wrath in hand Its contraband, and everything I'm spitting It was written in my wonderland [Hook: Mr. Grey & ClockworC] I could sing a happy song but that won't be real I could write all my rhymes but my heart won't feel Dark side leading to the high life We still living in the low life I could sing a happy song but that won't be real I could write all my rhymes but my heart won't feel Dark side leading to the high life We still living in the low life