Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Is Happiness Just a Word?, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song Carry on Tradition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Is Happiness Just a Word? |
Darkness comes beneath the dying stars |
With all the blood and scars |
My mouth will hunt you |
With fear — I appear |
Nothing will stop me |
You crave the creature in me |
Shattered, I will capture you |
So run |
My family don’t understand what I go through |
Under diagnosed for 20 years, ain’t never broke through |
You ever been in such a fog you don’t know you? |
Never being able to do the shit you’re supposed to? |
I wouldn’t wish it on anyone that I’m close to |
Wouldn’t wish it on anybody that I’m opposed to |
There’s not an accurate diagnosis to show you |
Basic neurobiology isn’t close to it |
I’m watching life as a spectator |
I can’t help myself, even though I possessed data |
It’s not a part of my spirit to want to test nature |
You think you know what I’m feeling, cousin, then let’s wager |
I’m having trouble retaining new information |
Familiar scenes starting to look foreign- derealization |
Everybody tired of being patient |
Mama wondering why her baby crying in the basement |
Constant rumination just exacerbates it |
To the point where I can’t even barely narrate it |
I’ve had doctors tell me that my mind is fascinating |
But they can’t tell me why the sickness has been activated |
Darkness comes beneath the dying stars |
With all the blood and scars |
My mouth will hunt you |
With fear — I appear |
Nothing will stop me |
You crave the creature in me |
Shattered, I will capture you |
So run |
My head don’t work, the meds don’t work |
But I don’t want to be dead, dead don’t work |
Sleep’s the cousin of death, the bed don’t work |
Maybe I’d rather be dead; |
dead don’t hurt |
Realization of an inherent emptiness |
Maybe that’s another sin for the pessimist |
Possibly I am a jinn with a exorcist |
I’ve fallen because I’ve been on the precipice |
Maybe it’s my mama’s possible regret |
Maybe it’s a neurological neglect |
Maybe it’s the reason why water’s wet |
The angular gyrus and where the frontal lobe connect |
But maybe I’m being too complicated for you |
Maybe I should just be calm and explain it to you |
The psychiatrist thinking they could fool you |
Paxil, Zoloft, it’s just wasteful to you |
I’ve tried meditation, tried to sit in silence |
But how the fuck that help a neurochemical imbalance? |
Why would you tell a person that they were childish |
Without an understanding of the pain that they surround in? |
I always feel foggy somatic detatchment |
It’s like my body isn’t connected to actions |
It destroys everything that’s affected the fragments |
I don’t have nothing but senses and sadness |
Darkness comes beneath the stars |
With all the blood and all the scars |
Nothing will stop me |
You crave the creature inside |
Darkness comes beneath the dying stars |
With all the blood and scars |
My mouth will hunt you |
With fear — I appear |
Nothing will stop me |
You crave the creature in me |
Shattered, I will capture you |
So run |
Run… |