Untitled Song

do some soul searching

and really look at things for how they are

because right now

im not sure whats fucking real anymore

 

this is how my perspective appears

Not to be sappy or weird but

things are different things are geared, twisted and seared

Guilty, but I'm an artist in his prime/

the world drives us to lose our minds

kids will undermine the way of life

shit

just last night dreamed, wondered if ill live twice,

lies

Nothings the same anymore, its warped

lord will you save me? amaze me, praise me. no?

this world is fucked

Drunk white girls, only way I'll get my dick sucked

drugged, unplugged the chord, ignore the unbalanced world

i'm curled, is there real life anymore?

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone, bitches blowing up my phone

But at least that dream was reality, another theme

 

stuck in my head

book was unread

the whole fucking nation is bound to be dead

have no relation

cheers to elation

cation, the station of problems isn't stoping

im plotting for a newer fucked up escape

find a place outer space

Everybody told me to fake

no way

low game

go away

I dont give a fuck, im all game all day

 

on another note

Yes sir on the track I float

hop on a boat and go away to a place, replace your fate

and just encase, bring some haze

Fresh to death, when I step, you can hear Momma's cry

get High

happiness has always said goodbye

Now we going hard like I ain't gonna die

why! why oh why me! A kid only sixeteen!

A keen fiend with obsesed dreams

rain down, marijuahana clouds, stay fresh

But I wear mine on my head, Supreme, stay fresh

The best is that which I accept and nothing less

and I dont stress unless I become obsessed

best idea dont expect the unexpected

youll never get excepted

Hate to break it to ya, but

not everything requested

cant be trusted

gutted life and nothing

didnt see nothing

was at least expecting to find something

fucked up