Tryna Figure Things Out
Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:18 am
I feel like the world played me for a fool
the more I do the more I drew porcelin use
I'm sick, tired of tryna be supportin' dudes
course confused, what I digest ain't coursin' cool
fuck y'all I don't care how you feel bout my portion use
my cords abused I speak with no motive, floor n noose
never meet so I feel like I'm just stuck with more abuse
I hate the world plus I never thought this would hit me
excuse me I'm at my wit's end wherever my wit's be
shot's sold individually give me the bottle quickly
I'll disperse in verse, diversify errythin' in hurt
in pain, potency flows in me but hit's like dopamine
so close to me is lick orrr, hello baby she holdin' me
a strong mixture, I stroke my pen, writ wrotten scriptures
no thought process errythin' comes as a broken picture
swallow'd in hopeless liver, spittin' out smoke n timber
falls the tree, note's will fissure, I produce the dopest picture
when my soul feels more like this hopeless figure
then again I don't get it? I deprive lines lie like
the rug...no...my minds wise tight Joe Pesci wiseguy
Good fella, nice dude, does it really matter what I write dude...I'm lost
I don't know....listenin' to In My Lifetime
Cash and Glory All I dream was a rappers story
backed in, sure we did big things, but lack in our needs
half n explore-ing we would laugh n pour drinks
hopefully honey's see we ball big bouncin' board springs
champaigne n such but we really don't know pain is love
tryna revive what in death the game once was
so we'd keep alive only to see the same ol stuff
preach to choirs while we scream n try reachin' higher
feelin' like the heat to us now what does speech require
silence...
had to add a bit more
and some more
Hardly stable now I feel my hearts on the table
Pardon me angel see my heart be disabled
to cold to love so thoughts is of the evils
pocket'd equal, fallin' hard moppin' the tail
head to the ground what is it bout these people?
I'm buggin', lower then a bow-legged caterpillar
so hated pass tequila, back n forth fact is the killer
....
k I'm done for real this time....
the more I do the more I drew porcelin use
I'm sick, tired of tryna be supportin' dudes
course confused, what I digest ain't coursin' cool
fuck y'all I don't care how you feel bout my portion use
my cords abused I speak with no motive, floor n noose
never meet so I feel like I'm just stuck with more abuse
I hate the world plus I never thought this would hit me
excuse me I'm at my wit's end wherever my wit's be
shot's sold individually give me the bottle quickly
I'll disperse in verse, diversify errythin' in hurt
in pain, potency flows in me but hit's like dopamine
so close to me is lick orrr, hello baby she holdin' me
a strong mixture, I stroke my pen, writ wrotten scriptures
no thought process errythin' comes as a broken picture
swallow'd in hopeless liver, spittin' out smoke n timber
falls the tree, note's will fissure, I produce the dopest picture
when my soul feels more like this hopeless figure
then again I don't get it? I deprive lines lie like
the rug...no...my minds wise tight Joe Pesci wiseguy
Good fella, nice dude, does it really matter what I write dude...I'm lost
I don't know....listenin' to In My Lifetime
Cash and Glory All I dream was a rappers story
backed in, sure we did big things, but lack in our needs
half n explore-ing we would laugh n pour drinks
hopefully honey's see we ball big bouncin' board springs
champaigne n such but we really don't know pain is love
tryna revive what in death the game once was
so we'd keep alive only to see the same ol stuff
preach to choirs while we scream n try reachin' higher
feelin' like the heat to us now what does speech require
silence...
had to add a bit more
and some more
Hardly stable now I feel my hearts on the table
Pardon me angel see my heart be disabled
to cold to love so thoughts is of the evils
pocket'd equal, fallin' hard moppin' the tail
head to the ground what is it bout these people?
I'm buggin', lower then a bow-legged caterpillar
so hated pass tequila, back n forth fact is the killer
....
k I'm done for real this time....