American Gothic -

My minds racing, slowly pacing down a hallway

If i die don't call my mom, call Allstate

I got snakes in my garden eating

But I been sleeping in, treating every day like its a weekend

 

Since birth, I was first, It feels rehearsed

Like a clergy spewing verse of the shit I don't deserve

So I empty out the percocets and pills in your purse

Til I'm slurring every word and spilling feelings on my shirt

 

Trynna deal with hurt while the birds they keep on chirping

Constant lurking on your pics instead of working

On the surface

I feel hated every time I leave the basement

 

(break)

Good gracious

I'm lost in these mazes

Now I'm frostier than Jack a heart attack

Its a mirage not an oasis

 

The fucks a cross or star of david

I feel lost even when we know the stars are fading

They don't change its just the chemicals I dip my brain in

And I feel like someone else just made the bed I laid in

 

Call me a rapparition

Been reppin game longer than Activision

Longer than the taxes listed

when I rack to X the snitches with a glossy finish

 

I feel bored as a stripper

A whore who gets sore from picking savings off the floor

I still tip her

And make sure she' don't touch the liquor

The bottle's just a problem and she'll end up like her sister

 

Without a mister

Or with one, who loves to hit her more than kiss her

And save some pictures of the blisters

I'll fix him with a sicker mix of sick and twisted