Straight to Paradise

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Wax - Rap

Straight to Paradise

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[Verse 1] Walking 'round with my eyes sewn shut Passing by the most beautiful things in the world like so what? Find an empty spot on a curb, and post up Next to a homeless man, cart full of soda cans, smiling How's he in a better mood than I am in When I'm an inch away from achieving my dreams? There's different types of achievement it seems The intravenous needle fiends to the people that dream of seeing themselves up on the screens We all tryna chase a high What is it with human beings? We're never satisfied My only conclusion's confusion And my only solution is the illusion I create through boozin' Fuck it, my eyes open, I pop my tall beer Toast to Los Angeles, we all here From Skid Row to the names up in the blaring lights I take a sip and I'm headed straight to paradise [Verse 2] Every day I battle with my inner consciousness Tryna get him to become an optimist Trying to convince him God exists And to focus on the positive and take pride in my accomplishments But he only speaks, he doesn't hear A radio newsfeed always in my ear And I just wish that it would disappear It's an embodiment of all my insecurities and fear And it keeps me wide awake lying late at night nervous Mind racing, contemplating life's purpose But isn't that a contemplation that is quite worthless? And I'm still awake when the sunlight surface, I just Relax, lie still Count sheep, drink NyQuil Lord, help me sleep, I say a prayer at night And in my dreams I'm going straight to paradise [Verse 3] Too much time alone, all I think about is death I'm a chain smoker, how much time I got left? I swear there's something wrong going on inside my chest And I ain't seen a doctor, I should probably get a test I just wish I wasn't confident in an afterlife If it turned out that I was wrong I'd be dead, it wouldn't matter, right? I drink too much, for the numbness I think too much, but yearn for dumbness I wish that I was satisfied By the cars, the restaurants and Maitre D's I love steak, put me back inside the matrix please We can all talk about the weather forecast or the sportscast or the fucking Jersey Shore cast Get money, keep makin' Fuck bitches, eat bacon Lord, forgive me, I say a prayer at night And when I die I'm going straight to paradise

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