That's okay, my mind's blank anyway I never have a thing to say, and if I do I write a song about it This ain't therapy it's too crowded Personality drowned out And stomped And soundless Maimed even if you claimed Style is sound, bitch Might as well be talkin' To myself up here You never listen What you fear is if you Listen you might hear some shit So I clear these clips And hope the recoil kicks I ain't trying to appease spoiled kids See them down, boil with the boy Skull rapping that Hamlet They know that I'm ill Can't stand it I don't fuck with the gang Can't stand it I'm too fat for these hoops They demandin' I'm not a stand in
I'm my own man, (uh), (yeah) I'm my own man You better watch your mouth Cause I'm my own man, I ain't Holdin' back for no one else I'ma show you who I am with my Own hands, I'ma cold man, own man I'ma do it my way 'til I'ma old man You better feel what I say from my soul, man I'ma own man, my own man
That's okay, my mind's blank anyway I never have a thing to say And if I do, I ain't tellin' you I been silent for a minute Growin' up with my nephews I was an alcoholic quitting cold Turkey in the cabin When at home I had to clean out the cabinet When at home I had to clean out the contacts Just some people who would never call me back Then I drop 100 pounds like a lad In a lap dance, magic up in my pen Ya'll are writing something tragic Stanzas, can't stand up, re-branded Damage, asinine, anti-aspirin Outlandish rapping Only for the cash Mercenary ass Can't hold a damn candle to a light bulb BING, Google and Bing me, king me If you wanna compete, boy You catch me in a different kind of scenery, singin'
I'ma own man, own man You better watch your fuckin' mouth Cause I'm my own man, I ain't Holdin' back for no one else I'ma show you who I am with my own hands I'ma cold man, own man, I'ma do it my way 'til I'm an old man, you better feel what I say from my soul, man, I'm my own man, own man
That's okay, my mind's blank anyway I never have a thing to say, and if I do I'll let the city sing it Mmm... You hear that? That's the sound of us, baby 3:37 in the morning Rolling down fourth street The snores, and the hearts The quiet pin drops, stillness Like pastries behind the glass Mmm, what a sweet melody Swelling the empty of night time That's why I feel like I'm the only man alive Maybe I am, that's why I write all these things You know? Away from all the snakes who bite And the biters who snake Away from the screams And the pressure And the invisible favors Away from homie prophecies And hindsight heroes Away from you, really, yeah It's lonely, but maybe I'm all I need You know? Me and my crew, Authors, here In a silent way, yeah, in a silent wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
