Good Life by Erudite

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Intro:
 
They always tell me what's bad, never what's good
They always tell me I'm bad, I'm so misunderstood
There's what I do, then what I wish that I would
There what I can prove, then that I wish that I could
I got a swisher or two, now who got that bud
Mr.LaRue now that names suspicious as fuck
Wait I'm in a groove can't seem to get unstuck
Got some shit to prove like this ain't all luck
I might fall but I always get back up
 
Verse 1:
 
Taking low blows to a spine, I'm showing mine, hitting back like a Mac truck
Mathematical signs, reason that the mean is the average
And your boy carry baggage, cause I don't know if you seen this mad shit
But it's worse then you can imagine, living in a house where you get anxiety nappin
Only time I caught a blessing was when I sneezed into a napkin
Ma called like a month ago ask about taxes-
I've been going through some rough patches, thank you for askin'
I've been wearing this smile, but alas it's just masking
A lack of satisfaction I put into a tape then dump and the trash then
realize all this hate was all manufacturing
Of each disdainful interaction that I've had in the past, damn
Psychoanalyze my past and
Find I'll only move past it if I succeed in my passion
That's for me to best believe in this passing
Or I'm down a heart- ooh we into some action
Don't start, I don't like the way I'm programmed to react
I mean I try to handle it with tack, but people see the at
and jump to attack-I concede its whack and I'll leave it at that
I mean I'll leave it to bat
That's spooky, Casper where you at?
My house smoky, after the fact
I tried to calculate the radius of half of a pack
It's Noah's Ark bro sounding like a lil' wolfgang
We not like the rest of the animals, decided to stray and do our own than
Instrumental that'll force sentimental soul change
Melody striking that gold vein, I let it bleed out on the page
All Hemmingway
I'll suceed the day I realize their thoughts don't matter anyway
Anyway, I've been knee-deep not because I'm praying
Don't like the way I've operating, ghosts in the shell or satan
I don't know who can say fam, I can't change it
It ain't changing, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, I'll be patient
Till I feel it, gather the census I'm not senseless
Feeling a sensation, but I'm too sensitive, I should sense less
Bitch you senseless
Whose censoring me? I mean ain't I in the land of the free-or masses and liberty?
I mean tasked with infinity-wouldn't you get riggidity wrecked?
Proteck ya neck-go reflect, I ain't learned my lessons yet
Maybe I just forget, maybe I just reject, maybe you don't know and should show some respect
Or maybe I'm not owed it, we can play maybes or there's next
I'd rather spend my day aloof in the text, or in the booth doing sess-
ion, no second guessing, all inflection, all projection
Wielding science as my profession, bodying dead beat's like I have a Dexter's lab obsession
I'm mad, angry... I'm jiust guessing? Testing, Testing, Testing?
Bars trapping every lesson inside of syntax then inside of synaptic meshing
 
Hook:
They always tell me what's bad, never what's good
They always tell me I'm bad, I'm so misunderstood
There's what I do, then what I wish that I would
There what I can prove, then that I wish that I could
 
Verse 2:
 
I got to much to lose, so push come to shove
Boy dropping the drugs and poppin' a mug
It's nuts how they bolt, think they dropping a lug
Shocked, stop fondling the plug, go follow the chords
I'll lead them all to above, tell cupid take aim,
Make them fall all in love, cause that's better when we fall in all rough
Cause even though I'm buzzed
Down these halls make me anxious
Poltergeists, Sirens, Demons all of the ancients
Fables and Schemas, we the dreamers who been waiting
Working and scheming we spend our resources in the evening
I'm courting my demons I take them out on the weekdays
They leave me alone in the evenings, only take ahold when I'm sleeping
Only take a hold when I believe them
Now you know why I'm so cold like it's freezing
Been a couple miles since I've seen friends, I wonder what could be keeping?
Could I book a boat, do you do a ferry on weekends?
Cause we barely speaking and I'm starting to think contrary of reason
Sorry for the mess, this the art of bleedin'
I just get it off my chest, so pardon me when
I could barely breathe cause how hard my heart was beatin'
Damn, they don't really now how hard this honesty be fam,
Wanna take your air, greedy fans always got a grievance
I'm looking for saviors but I'm no Grevious
I don't want no haters, I didn't like the previous
This a see ya later I don't need this
Slay the silence with the speakers
Like Silence of the lambs met a prideful creature
I use to be idle now it's vital I get my idols in a feature
Or a vinyl, or a ride though across the globe in a T-Shirt
That got a couple people that I know and me and where I work
Who know my worth- do you know what that worth?
 
 
 
 

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Erudite
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