wax poetic

Before I wax on wax or wax on wax off

I always take a second to breathe before I cough off

So I can brag about the clothes that I have, or the 2 chains

the first of many, not to mention all my big gains

cause no pain no gain, at least that's what they say

But every time I get the opprotunity, I feign

cuz It's a cold day in hell before I feel right as rain

I'm still waiting for the day that I get better at sayin

and spittin my emotions in ways people don't laugh at

I'm far too insecure for my own good, hear a laugh track,

and reconsider my whole self esteem, before I talk back,

Or threaten to stuff someones vocal cords with my ballsack,

*sigh* but I'm just too violent for my own good,

I think that I should relax but somethings wrong under the hood,

I feel bad every single day, not depression,

but the thought that everything I do is just in vain

In ways that I can't articulate or explain,

except by saying that something ain't right in my brain,

and existential crises only last so long,

and it gives me hella lot more time to make mo songs,

so I guess that I'll be right more often than I'm wrong,

like buying one-way tickets online to Hong-kong

Or winning a whoile fucking war like the veitkong

And I do listen to my mom sometimes, I don't hit bongs,

And my goal is to find a way to escape the mortal coil,

And just chill for a while, and play a deck or two of Hoyle

And get stupid songs in my head, Lorde's Royals

And solve every mystery of life, arthur conan doyle,

And just as a way to get out of my head not out of control

just take a break for a century or two

because the whole world is so fucking loud,

I can't hear myself think over the noise of the crowd.