Lyrics TRACKS - Rat Boy, Casso Clay

TRACKS

I took a walk, took a turn, went around the bend
Saw my life burn with the summer’s end
And unconscious rendered, I just watched the ember
Then I took all this venom, filled up my pen
I’ve got a lot to give but nothing to lend
Watch on my wrist, I’m still late again
With enemies like this, who needs a friend?
Man, I throw them away with the sticks and stems
I write a letter, then I stamp and I stick and send
I was banged up, now I’m on the mend
I’m back in it, back on it, addicted crack chronic
My tonic, never long it on the bonnet cause it just hit
In the morning looking rustic, take a sip
Take a hit, plus this it’ll lick
Met this chick, she was fit, I was pissed, hit-or-miss
I’mma try it, what’s the odds, chances?
Multiply it
I’mma start a riot, steam, roast, fry it
Dry it, smoke it, losing my focus
Hocus pocus, I’m a wizard with the potion
Roll in slow-motion, I know that they’re hoping
For Casso to return again
Writing so much that I burnt the pen, but when, where
Were you when the sun went down?
Sunlight killed off by the darkest cloud
And there’s rain falling down on my parade
And every day it just fades to grey
And I fade to black, try to relax and sit back
But in fact, every time, I’m stopped in my tracks
Stopped in my tracks
But it’s the same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old act
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
When the streetlights go out, this a whole different place
Can hear the people talking but can’t see their face
They don’t like me, they’re gonna try get to my case
Shouted to me, he gonna put me in my place
Now I’m running, sweating, the odds against me
Are getting slimmer, so I’m from the scene
Of corrupt man and teens
Who wanna take out my two front teeth
Fuck me up or get me, ow
Well, I’m effing and blinding, I’m fed up, done trying
Fuck off, I ain’t crying, no, I ain’t lying
No Big Issue for me today
I ain’t buying, quit whining and finding myself
Afraid it’s bad health
One day I hope to earn myself a bit of nice wealth
Or instead, I might grab a belt and swing from a tree
Cause maybe I’m fucked in the head like Henry Lee
Lucas, serial mass murderer
Send me your mixtape, I probably ain’t heard of ya
See a man’s want of crime for structure
Probably fucked up, young mother, no father
I figure, smoke another ciga
Don’t worry about your arms, the flab makes you look a bit bigger
Trigger-happy teen when it came to cumming
Now he’s chasing kids around like supermarket running
Where’s your future at, shopping for young sons at Gap?
Maybe should’ve put a johnny on the end of your tat
But it’s the same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old act
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks
The same old train, the same old tracks
A new lick of paint covers pain in the cracks