Hook Pains bottled Empty pill bottles I walk around so hollow you can barley see my shadow Please don't follow I can fight my own battles Rock Bottom is a tough pill for swallowing My mama used to tell me it would all be ok, just pray And then there wasn't no pain No, go YOU CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING I got no fucking problems I got no fucking problem
Verse 1 My friends, they ain't show me no love It hurts like I'm pulling molars So lately I been a loner and turning into a stoner Pop pills like I got Ebola And then I done float up- Up into the clouds and I never come down I would have to get picked off by Kyle Fuller See Xanax is from the doctor Panic then turns to coma I babble on like a toddler The baby's gotten out of the stroller I'm crazy call me bipolar But I gotta get a hold of myself Before I implode cause I'm bout to get crushed like a Coca-Cola can! So fuck man I must get sober I done had enough of these frickin' episodes When I am on the cusp of this hip-hop exposure To combat the weight that is on my shoulders! And hey! It's a little bit too late to state that I'm not the chosen one Mother fucking Joseph's son I'm Obi Wan Kenobi I meant can no one be So you high school rappers need to go to lunch fore' I bully them Cause y'all ain't old enough to go throw a punch On a boxer with lyrical golden gloves… Let alone like I would let Any MC spit of my flow, neck When my lines are the best of these rhyme poets And this, might be the last chance I'm gon' get!
Hook Pains bottled Empty pill bottles I walk around so hollow you can barley see my shadow Please don't follow I can fight my own battles Rock Bottom is a tough pill for swallowing My mama used to tell me it would all be ok, just pray And then there wasn't no pain No, go YOU CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING I got no fucking problems I got no fucking problem
Verse 2 You see I'm probably never gonna change I'ma be the same till the end of my days Been through pain and I went insane So I don't give a damn what you have to say You can't tell me nothing So fuck it, I ain't budging I'm something like a rock when push comes to shoving Cause I'm not finished you can tell my critics put a sock in it! And that's the end of discussion See I'd have some empathy But when my enemies tend to be whining and fussing Cause envy is plenty for rhyming and bustin' So jealous MC's try to push on my buttons but FUCK EM Cause yeah man it's funny Bad grades and no money Keep laughing while I'm making something from nothing It's back to square one Hip-hop bare knuckle punching so where's the percussion?! When I'm spitting this madness on a track like it's nothing To be syllable blastin' with attacks while I'm bustin' Got a knack for this frickin' rapping And kicking ass When I'm rapidly rapping it, pap-pap like a gat clip People talk a lot of crap but that shit Ain't passing as a fact Naw, talk is plastic So I'm not gonna talk chit-chat shit Hop off my rap dick I automatically slaughter wack kids It's the return of the enigma Never understood but I bring the Middle finger To these dinguses Cause I'm giving em' a minimum of venom When my pen is leaking vinegar Through enema to enema I never been a minister But fuck it, I reckon my records are wrecking the internet So check the perimeter Fore' I heckle and finish her Yeah homie see respect's what I'm in for So I guess my-
Pains bottled Empty pill bottles I walk around so hollow you can barley see my shadow Please don't follow I can fight my own battles Rock Bottom is a tough pill for swallowing My mama used to tell me it would all be ok, just pray And then there wasn't no pain No, go YOU CAN'T TELL ME NOTHING I got no fucking problems I got no fucking problem
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