Fucking me up

So here I go, right now I'm down to release my flow,

even though, I feel disturbed by a cold wind that blows,

hold up, yo, gimme time to get up to close the window,

okay, no, I feel tired, think I'mma hit the pillow,

fuck tomorrow, days still the same as a hundred year-old logo,

who don't know? Residents are used to that scenario,

what they show? Fuck a bachelor, stick your ears to the stereo,

time to bump bro. Biggie, Reggie, why not end up with Coolio,

damn, am I losing weight? I weighed 130 pounds last week,

shit, seems like I'm letting go, but didn't even stop to eat,

maybe bottled-up stress twisted me and turned me into a freak,

fuck it, don't blame emotions, you know studies make you sick,

no need to question yourself neither, why do you feel a shiver?

silver ain't so bad, I know what you think when you're on the shitter,

Em came out greater when he dropped outta school as a teenager,

so you wanna give up, don't even bother for at least pleasing your mother.

 

Chorus:

Is it me or anything else that's fucking me up?

Already bumped all the shit, man, I need to re-up,

complaining about what's about to finish sounds dumb, ain't it?

but the spiral has no end, it's a cursed cycle, damn it!

It ain't my fault though, ya know, I'm from a fancy gutter,

I mostly call this cheesy place where I live a frenchy rubber,

this place results from a mistery, fucking slippery as butter,

fuck it, I escape this shit in my sleep, someone close the shutters.

 

C'mon, It's been almost 1 year that I'm tryna run this game,

but whether in School or on Omegle it's always the fucking same,

nobody cares about the way I express my feelings or pain,

no one gives two squirts of piss about it, this bullshit's driving me insane,

how come? I carry a great name, Ilan, the Sultan of this lyrical Lane,

don't I deserve to get my Lois? Goddamn,

seems like all this effort put in this thang was put in vain,

back then, first when I came in this rap game, no one could claim I was lame,

those rhyming skills combined with english should've provide at least one gain,

but fuck man, even if this shit helps I stil can't get enough guts,

practiced during entire months, even managed to improve my lungs,

the outcomes have barely showed up, what a bunch of fucking sluts,

if they was material, I would've used 'em to scratch my nuts,

I can't even find a blunt, how am I supposed to bear that crap?

Don't even got one single goddamn friend with whom I could rap,

but fuck that, my life's just a whole mix of white, grey and black.

 

Chorus:

Is it me or anything else that's fucking me up?

Already bumped all the shit, man, I need to re-up,

complaining about what's about to finish sounds dumb, ain't it?

but the spiral has no end, it's a cursed cycle, damn it!

It ain't my fault though, ya know, I'm from a fancy gutter,

I mostly call this cheesy place where I live a frenchy rubber,

this place results from a mistery, fucking slippery as butter,

fuck it, I escape this shit in my sleep, someone close the shutters.

 

Fuck, Is this shit ever fucking gonna let go of me?

situation shitty as fuck is daily, on top of that, the envy,

320 million motherfuckers doing great cause they're lucky,

I could've gotten 5 nifty rings, but instead God chose Brady,

Maybe I got a screw lose, but what would Sinatra do in your shoes?

He wouldn't be used to get fucked by life, except for cigarettes and booze,

lucky fella was a dooze, life ain't even gave him once a single bruise,

fuck a noose, who told you I wanted to leave now, I need having juice,

Damn, dad, be cool when you disconnect the wires from the PC!

Gee, what the fuck ya want from me, to learn lessons or flee?

why you bother to force me, since 8th grade I've been a school flunky!

is that my fault if I don't give a fuck and I'm okay with being a lunky?

looks like a chronic depression, but your sadness seems to be hollow,

cause there's no question to ask yourself as long as there's a porno,

a nice channel to follow, it's so much easy for you to deny your sorrow,

don't forget also to swallow the truth, after all you're used to wallow.

 

Chorus:

Is it me or anything else that's fucking me up?

Already bumped all the shit, man, I need to re-up,

complaining about what's about to finish sounds dumb, ain't it?

but the spiral has no end, it's a cursed cycle, damn it!

It ain't my fault though, ya know, I'm from a fancy gutter,

I mostly call this cheesy place where I live a frenchy rubber,

this place results from a mistery, fucking slippery as butter,

fuck it, I escape this shit in my sleep, someone close the shutters.