BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Identity
- Sick and tired I have nothing to do Verse
- this plague keeps coming back and its chewing me through
- like a rat on a piece of cheese why am I letting these
- problems come right back to me in two's and in three's?
- but screw it, I don't care anymore
- I locked them up but they still came through the door
- I'm fed up I come back again for more
- this dinner is spoiled so I let out a roar
- What? I'm sorry you didn't hear
- the lion is here so don't be so naughty
- He'll shout in your ear you won't even see clear it's Cosby
- one hit again and then things will feel costly
- you say you don't party you still hit the pipe just like a zombie
- when you apologized were you sorry?
- I guess not cause you left your dreams to rot with oxy
- again and again you leave with your friends
- for dread sometimes you don't even get out of bed
- but otherwise these punch lines jolt your left leg
- these new rhymes will keep bringing you back till you are dead
- and with steak knives I'll take off my hat and bow your'e head
- wait I'm not finished yet
- I can tell you one time I was in a nervous wreck
- from doing drugs it was a hellish bet
- like on the line of a movie set shoot it right or you just might sweat
- I'm just living life Hook
- don't get out your knife
- without you I wouldn't be real
- I pronounce you as someone I feel
- I feel so restless like I'm undead
- this friend is making my head pulse
- again I feel like a bent hull
- these false peers are telling me that I'm sinking
- and these walls here make me feel like I'm not breathing
- I sent them all but it seems like I've lost feeling
- but I come at life ferociously because I'm scheming
- I have a pick, a knife, and some TNT
- so I wont quit Ill get through figuratively
- this feeling in me is making me crazy
- I guess that Ill express things with a pen and paper
- since lately I feel calm but in labor
- and maybe lost a little flavor
- this apple juice isn't good enough to savor
- I'll find a muse that I can favor
- this experiment will surely not be a failure
- I don't care how many tests it takes
- to fix up my mistakes
- Ill keep singing till the fat lady wakes
- when she does I will smother
- my boxing gloves in her butter
- so these toxic cuffs get up off of her
- and my nauseous thoughts will not mutter
- Hook (End)
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