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)