And breathin's overrated


Stormchasin' and its gettin' later

I used to love her, now I hate her


Shes a brain-raider, fallin' in a crater of lost memories


I'm so out of hand that I don't even f**k with me




I'm goin' trippin' drunk and slippin'


Sleepin' in ditches, switchin' prescriptions

Bangin' a random !@^% and itchin'


I don't give a flyin' feces


I ain't one with the human species

Slappin' the nurse, tryin' to up my cc's





I fall apart, take all my pain, turn it to art

Blowin' up a K-mart and blame it all on Mozart


F**k, I'm surprised I got a deal


Every two hours I take a pill

That's where I'm at, it's all surreal





I got imaginary friends, an imaginary life

An imaginary wife and a real knife


Outta here by next weekend


Hung over on a dresser with my brain leakin'




And I run away from the light of day


I am not okay, my soul's a misery




I think I'm losin' my mind


I'm whacked out on jack and blacked out

Trapped in a crack house full of d-d-doubt


I got guilt to the hilt, I fight tears and fears, been out for ten years


Hit a big bump up off the mirror




Find me at www dot, I came to trouble you dot


Come here mothaf**ka, take your best shot

Suicidal, got a lot of demons to fight


I'll probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle




I feel abused to lose the blues, I'll bring my booze

I'm in the who's who's and dope fees


And floozies in the land and preparin' for news

These ^!$$%s are never choosy


The morning sun is like a sledgehammer to the forehead



And I'm barely here, look in the mirror every day


And slowly disappear, been through a million

And 67 emotions in my short career


Riddles I fear, staggered out in the street

And fall off a pier, aww f**k it




And I run away from the light of day

I am not okay, my soul's a misery



My heartbeat is racin', even though I'm standin'


Still I can't stop stormchasin'

I stole a shell casing, so close to overdose

The light of day hurts my eyes


Wishing my death to be a surprise



My life should be more than four walls and a floor

But thats all that is mine, God give me a sign


'Cause I'm tryin' and dyin' at the same time

I'm not hesitatin', just waitin'




Heck yeah, comin' with a flurry

And like the spice up in you throat

I get you chokin' like that curry

Somethin' 'bout the police and them lights


That get me worried, made a lap up on that !@$( in a hurry



Flyin' from the spirits, so I got a story

The dude that taught me how to rap was Ray Murray

It's all a can, still its filled with no glory

Top the killer red out at 2:30



And I run away from the light of day

I am not okay, my soul's a misery

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