Lyrics

[Intro] (Argh) Life is not short, life is fucking long A lot happens Try to make the best of it [Verse 1] Life is, nothing but pain and crisis, and little bitty slices, of death and trying to gauge the depth of how deep the black ice is There's a hammer in my fist, as I write this, righteous, verse and, lyrics of lifeless person, spirit turns to ices And it rises Deified, these words should be inscribed into the horizons And the bleeding skies, as the Mayans Countin' 365 on a calendar stone with a mask in the middle As I'm sippin' on a flask of a little goat blood that the kid'll soak up, during sacrifices Fuck who you think raps the nicest These are songs that I'm saving lives with Dryin' eyelids Providin' my kids With a vibe that's timeless And a time that's vibrance is so hard to find that you might need Tpyhon Hydra Man, I got goals and aspirations but I don't have dreams [Chorus] Cause dreams are just your memories bein' organized and processed And when you're asleep you can't make progress, on your conquest During the onset of REM sleep they say beauty is skin deep Man, beauty ain't skin deep Beauty is just skin—cheap Little clichès and platitudes Get a mean face, get an attitude Get a gun, get a horse, get a nice pair of boots, get a clean shave and a saddle too And ride up outta town, try to find the sun and get so high you die as it comes down, if they like you, you'll be found I can't accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I'm feeling so damn good And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I'm feeling so damn good It's strange I can't accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I'm feeling so damn good And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I'm feeling so damn good (Rawgh) [Verse 2] Death is The day they find you breathless Left with No comprehension of the day you once thought life was precious Now press this Pen to the page and write your death wish A'ight… done Gotta look away cause I'm blinded by the white sun, by the white sun I'm sick of all the fame It's like a ball and chain And I ain't calling names, but I met a couple celebrities recently and fuck if they ain't all insane Every single one of them they all inane I don't got a mansion they call me lame They call and ask if I can get 'em a ball of cane And when I tell them hell no they never call again Because that's not me I give a fuck about the damn paparazzi I don't ever want to meet 'em man I don't wanna compromise my sound, don't care if that means that I'm never gonna be the man All you little juvenile motherfuckers you can run around trying to be the king of rap And I'mma be the best husband, and be the best father to my little boy, little boy, tell me what you think of that Pro'lly think it's whack You'd rather just have money and clothes Nothin' really matters like that As long as you get to stunt on these hoes But you're stuntin' your growth I wanna just bloody your nose Damn, stop numbing your soul Try to have a little fucking control But you can't cause I'm here Holy god, motherfuckin' damn it's my year I'm in your mouth like a can of light beer Keeping count of the planet's lightyears Workin' in these boots and old ass jeans, see I got goals and aspirations but I don't have dreams [Chorus] Cause dreams are just your memories bein' organized and processed And when you're asleep you can't make progress, on your conquest During the onset of REM sleep they say beauty is skin deep Man beauty ain't skin deep, beauty is just skin—and it's fucking cheap! I can't accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I'm feeling so damn good And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I'm feeling so damn good I say I can't accelerate the time, bloody hell is on my mind, but at least I'm feeling so damn good And in my life man everything is grey, even death might come today, but at least I'm feeling so damn good, so damn good