| Got to get it out
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| Man, fuck y’all! |
| All of you motherfuckers
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| I’m rolling solo dolo ‘cause all of you cut throat
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| Hoes gonna be hoes, niggas gonna be foes
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| How it goes, really I don’t give a fuck though
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| It’s whatever baby, it’s comedy really
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| But see in inside of me really need to get violent
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| Go get me the biggest bottle of Hennessy
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| Know it’s gonna eventually send me out on a killing spree
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| For a bit of serenity, got it elevating
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| My compassion is hella fading
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| Awaiting the devil, waiting to take him and break him in
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| For God’s sake, why am I letting the evil win?
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| Like an evil twin, living up under the same skin
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| Nobody safe when the chemical kick in
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| The minute you sent sin, you should have been more careful
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| Plenty of tension, in need of attention
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| Why you want to pretend, I know you feel it the air full
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| Of it oh what a tragedy gotta love it the agony
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| Got my life looking raggedy out in public
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| It’s saddening how it’s happening happiness interupted
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| I’m having a hard time with this dagger up in my stomach
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| Had to be intention to murder how you had done it
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| Keep having the feeling maybe you did it to see me plummet
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| Plenty of shit that needed to be confronted
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| Before it come to this, is’nt what anyone wanted
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| Something be telling me, «Get ready for the worst»
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| My heart dropped, went in shock, right at first
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| My first thought, putting somebody in a hearse
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| That hurt knocked me on my ass, am I cursed?
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| I’ma be paranoid forever, is it over, end of a good moment together
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| Has it been over, adding an insult or whatever
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| To the injury, no sympathy, shit has got to get better
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| I just got to get it out
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| I just got to get it out
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| I don’t want to think about it anymore
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| But I don’t think there’s any better way to get my feelings out
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| Get it out
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| Get it out
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| I just got to get it out
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| I don’t want to think about it anymore
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| But I don’t think there’s any better way to get my feelings out
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| Head out of it y’all
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| Ain’t proud of it y’all
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| In bed, can’t get out it y’all
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| Weight on my shoulder, pounds of it all
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| Can’t sleep, just laying here
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| Feel trapped, can’t stay in here
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| It’s like the world ain’t playing fair
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| Man, it’s like the Devil get around, he be everywhere
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| Everybody be looking at me to make a move
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| But my life troubles hella got me out of my groove
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| I’m beating down, losing believe what if I lose
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| Voice in my head telling me beast, feel like it’s Zoo’s
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| Circumstance got me on knees searching for truth
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| Hot tub brew… Patron in the swimming pool
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| Hallie Berry or hallelujah, how do you choose?
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| Worry what the fans feel it or will it be ridiculed?
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| Will it be approved, and if it do, what does it prove?
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| I done put em on, now look at me stuck in these shoes
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| Kind of cool, but if I knew what it would do to me long-term
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| I wouldn’t choose to be confused
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| It’s equivalent to singing the blues
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| Swinging my mood, signaling out all my good attributes
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| Breaking bad, want to bury the bearer of bad news
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| God is wit me though reminded by various tattoos
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| Hoping the all-seeing all-knowing
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| Lead me to clarity, something keeping this ongoing
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| Familiarity wearing me out, I’m on one
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| Where are we now beyond gone
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| Combined with losing my mind
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| Losing my bonds, using my funds
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| Chess moves losing my pawns
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| Pros and cons, an underdog come from behind
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| Fall down but know I’ma return, heart of a champion |