Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a scumbag, an arrogant, all-American slum trash Dumbass, kinda motherfucker you don't run at Where the gun at? I put it right to my head until I find a pen And then I start writin' instead A fight in my head between me and the devil himself And I ain't lyin', I don't even try and get any help I'm messy as hell People say I'm lettin' myself go to shit But I say, keep wreckin' my health Drown my sorrows in a bottle, yeah, I'm takin' that route Instead of takin' all my issues and just straightenin' 'em out Now we all have our vices and abuse 'em to death Had an outlet, but I'm downed even if the music is left Because I gave up on a dream I had of bein' a star Ain't no more spittin' balls, now I'm sittin' at bars No one listens no more 'cause I'm not very liked Get in the booth and spit my life into this here mic, ah [Chorus 2x] This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain Hear it in my soul when I rap I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone Bleed it out all over the track [Verse 2] Mind is racin' and I'm reachin' for the paper and pen My greatest of friends, here they are to save me again Put the thoughts into words faster than I can write I know hook for the verses at the end of the night Next step is lab sessions when I step to the mic Studio time is cheaper than a therapist's price Beats pound in the sound, my psychiatrist's couch Lay it down and I shout till I'm dryin' them out! Rhymin' about real things and wastin' my mind Fuck feelings, emotions is a waste of my time This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain Like the paper that I'm writin' on, it won't ever change It flows in my veins, hear it in my soul when I rap Cut my wrists and I bleed it out all over the track Got a bottle of emotions that I'm not about to open Till I shatter it and smash it all over this microphone [Chorus 2x] This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain Hear it in my soul when I rap I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone Bleed it out all over the track [Verse 3] This mic always listens to my innermost thoughts When I'm bitter and lost and pissed off and did it all wrong And spit in a song, watch it all wash away Just let it go, wanna flow with it for today! But the therapy that's helping me is here in the booth When I play back the track, then I'm hearin' the truth But the truth hurts worse when it comes from your own voice But no choice, the melody is made from the old noise It's therapeutic when my head'll take this stress and use it As I'm ventin' my aggression lettin' me do better music When I'm losin' everything that I have I sync to the track and every single time, it's always bringin' me back And I can blaze a new trail, but it's a lonely height The poems we write, expressions of my soul and I Don't want nobody to console me or just to hold me tight The mic knows that I ain't rappin' here, I'm spittin' my life [Chorus 2x] This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain Hear it in my soul when I rap I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone Bleed it out all over the track