Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Sheep, artist - Wombat.
Date of issue: 26.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Sheep |
I try makin' a change… Yeah |
But stay baked as I’m blazin' my days away |
I ain’t takin' blame, I been layin' awake in a crazy state |
Like they’re snakin' me face to face |
& I ain’t ever pray for a saving grace |
It’s a game I kept makin the same mistakes |
To the grave when I’m laid to waste |
An' most cats only in it for the cake so dont say we’re mates ! |
From usin' hallucenagens |
To abusin' the meds, I was losing my head |
But I guess that I’m stupid I’m due for the sesh |
Nah fuck that keep movin' ahead |
Prove I’m the best and I loom and inpend |
Like a nuclear threat like who could forget? |
I’m a nuisance I bet they ain’t used to me yet |
Never grew to forget lemme lose the regret |
I’ve been restin' aside with the stress that I’m hidin |
Bet I’ll end up in a mental asylum |
Bendin' the time like I’m pressin' rewind |
Gettin' better widda pen while I rep for the island |
Yeah, while the temperatures risin' |
Heads in the sky like I’m meant to remind em- |
-got me question why |
When I’m left widda sign at the end of my life |
'Cause im wastin' my days, makin a name |
Maybe I’m sane, maybe I’m not, may be deranged |
Maybe I’ve changed, maybe the pot may be to blame |
Maybe I’m lost, maybe it played wiv my brain |
… Maybe I’m hatin' the game |
… Lately I ain’t been the same |
… Satan awaits in the flame |
… Pray to get taken away |
It’s not that deep, but it’s the facts so I rap bleak |
Always at the back was the black sheep |
Now I gotta get on track like an athlete |
All I see is crackfiends in the backstreets |
Gettin' jabs like a vacinne |
But alas I’ve been stabbed in the back but the ones that I’ve loved |
When the cunts should of backed me |
Stuff it, I’m done widda actin' |
I been fucked up so dont @ me |
'Cause it ain’t that clear where my head is at |
Pen and pad like black beard widda treasure map |
I jus sat here bet I cracked as the pressure stacked |
Better act but the fact is that we met our match |
Yeah, won’t lie when I write songs |
We’re the bomb like Diem with a mic on |
Got my eyes on the prize cause life is a ride |
And it might fly by wheres the time gone |
I sat down to remember |
When I’d act fowl widda temper |
Gettin' smashed out on a bender |
In the background like an extra |
Now they’re back round to befriend ya |
Dunno where I’ll end up will I’ll cross my goals- |
-I was on a roll til I lost control |
It’s not my fault, was shocked I just want to bolt |
Like what’s the toll? |
I’d pop nearly cost my soul |
Yeah, calm as it gets |
But nah he expected an arm n a leg |
The drama gets harsher and harsher |
Pretend that it ends for a sec then it’s startin' again |
Pull the heart from my chest |
Nah lemme starve to the death I’m a bastard thats partly a mess |
It’s hard to forget but I’m set to repress it at last |
Man it left all the scars in my head |
Well that’s part of the test |
Or karma I guess |
Target the benchmark I could bar with the best |
Far from a pest I’m a shark and I’m after ya flesh |
But they laugh like I’m hardly a threat |
Give an ass for the rep ! |
Nah I don' wanna garner respect, couldn’t care for the charts |
I’m obsessed wid the art so I vent til' my past’ll regress |
But it’s hard to express got em' askin what’s next |