i remember kicking rocks
while standing out at the bus stop
thinking to myself one day youll be a bigshot
drive a fast car live like a big star but i take more heat
then bruce willis in die hard

Stuck inside a bubble not sure if im wide awake
spent more time on the couch then the guy from half baked
id prolly be commited if i wasnt so charming
its alarming how it started i was taking out the garbage
just a normal saturday
high as a mothafucka
talking bout life and what it shouldve been like
and if i hadnt lost my mind then id prolly be alight
but its a lava lamp life cuz the sun is too damn bright
swimming in the money i wonder what thats like?
speeding down the highway i pound my foot on the gas
and if i never find success then ill probably just crash
pile into a tree
and come smashing out through the glass
stuck inside my nightmare the morning comes too fast
i dont wanna wake up let a couple hours pass
smoke a half of a gram and just hope that this buzz gon last

Everyday im closer to the end of my rope
im manic god damnit i dont know how to cope
i see a face thats so familiar but i really cant remember
hear the whispers in the night and its colder then mid december
everybody talks nobody pays attention
this shits on you choose the ass that your kissing
and listen you just might miss the point..
yo hold up for a minute while i spark this joint

I dont really like it man
this shits too calm aint supposed to be this way in the nightmare swamp
see em running through the grass so fast and they wont stop
all fucked up like they havent slept inna month
surrounded by assholes in the village of cocksuckers
my words are so vivid you can reach out and touch em i love it
this shits like a bad trip im having in public
thinking bout my life made me sick to my stomach
i bet the whole damn house wound up leaving with nothing
same as i started out..
aint that something?
the hoops im jumping through
aint nothing new to the doctor i been going through this shit
since the day the i started im honoured
tell me i cant rap
your deaf or retarded i been churning raw heat
while im focusing on the target
till everyone in the world knows the name of my father
till every word that i write start turning a profit

Everyday im closer to the end of my rope
im manic god damnit i dont know how to cope
i see a face thats so familiar but i really cant remember
hear the whispers in the night and its colder then mid december
everybody talks nobody pays attention
this shits on you choose the ass that your kissing
and listen you just might miss the point..
yo hold up for a minute while i spark this joint

I dont really need alot just the means to survive
i wanna wake up feeling like im really alive
i no longer wanna bury all my burdens inside
i wanna grab my fuckin life and make it change overnight
im sick of everybody saying its a matter of time
so broke i dont even have change for a bus ride
the bills keep pilen up but the money still aint arrived
what the fuck do i do
go back to a 9-5
take pennys on the dollar while im waiting to die
say fuckit when i know i put it all on the line
because it didnt seem to happen in the blink of an eye
only here for a short stay thats how its designed
so at what point do me and my dreams collide
at least i can say i gave this bitch a helleva fight
i gave the best the i could give with all the rhymes that i write
i tried normal but it seems i wasnt doing it right
put that on my grave thats actually what its like
step inside my nightmare prepare for the thrill ride
i dont even know which mafuckin pill to perscribe
is the shit from limitless out in ample supplys
i could actually be the guy from a beautiful mind
imagine that
fuck rap imma do some science but foreal
i couldnt stop im pretty sure that i tryed
and this the only thing thats keeping my dementia silent

Everyday im closer to the end of my rope
im manic god damnit i dont know how to cope
i see a face thats so familiar but i really cant remember
hear the whispers in the night and its colder then mid december
everybody talks nobody pays attention
this shits on you choose the ass that your kissing
and listen you just might miss the point..
yo hold up for a minute while i spark this joint

Everyday im closer to the end of my rope
im manic god damnit i dont know how to cope
i see a face thats so familiar but i really cant remember
hear the whispers in the night and its colder then mid december
everybody talks nobody pays attention
this shits on you choose the ass that your kissing
and listen you just might miss the point..
yo hold up for a minute while i spark this joint