Smoke a blunt and take the pain out And if I wasn't high I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm hopeless, I'm hopeless, I'm hopeless
Measurin' wealth by the things we can hold And everybody measures love by the words that they told And we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in And the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins And w'ere all measurin' wealth by the things we can hold And everybody measures love by the words that they told And we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in And the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins
Wasted potential and talent, tattered and torn at the seams Sellin' our souls for this gold in search of that infamous dream We wanted money and power to cover pain that was given This is affirmative action with argumentative spirit And after kid of non-complacency, I hope that you feel it This mirror image of imperfection is in my reflection I'm contemplatin' suicide with an automatic weapon This seclusion and delusion has caused my mental digression
We're all measurin' wealth by the things we can hold And everybody measures love by the words that they told And we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in And the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins And we're all measurin' wealth by the things we can hold And everybody measures love by the words that they told And we just livin' in the past of a dream that we're in And the selfishness we contain is consequence of our sins
As I wake up early in the mothafuckin mornin' with a cold look in my eyes People treatin' me like I'm a mothafuckin demon or a nigga that they despise Imma cut my wrist 'cause I don't give a shit and Imma slit that bitch 3 times Lead by example give 'em all that they could handle though my shit plays on rewind I'm tryna figure out how to get better, I left off not impressed at all But I'm depressed of course, I'm tryna press with force I need a world of ports and fuck a good report 'Cause my sins will pour from my split veins As my blood drips upon a crucifixion You're not used to this you love blasphemy It's a catastrophe, I leave you fascinated To the depths of Hell my soul gravitatin' Spit sick slick shit, left agitated And educated up in ya like you were the pen I'm tryna write my way to Heaven, not the seat of a 'Benz And it's amazing the way these people believe Every detail they see and they read The soul of a man filled with hatred and greed Consume all the doom of the visions he's seeing 'Cause life is a bitch it's a fact that I know Since I'm trapped in this corner with nowhere to go These the thoughts in my mind I try to conceal I'm stuck on the ground and the moments I fail I feel like a prisoner stuck in a jail 24 hours I live in this head To die is divine, 'cause livin' is hell ('cause livin' is hell)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
