キー: F minor
Verse 1
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to quicksand.
E
Em
The harder I fight, the more I sink.
But we'll get to that in a little bit.
I'd say they're close when they tell me
that I need a dose of my own medicine
Now I'm looking for the light
and I might owe Edison
Going out for the night, going out for a bite
So I'm opting for a burger
and I'm right three letters in
Creating the illusion that I'm healthy
Got so many confidence issues
That I can't even take
a motherfucking selfie
Maybe when hells freeze
Hating when they look at me
Hence a weird hell sneeze
If I speak from the heart,
I know they'll tease
If I say what's on my mind,
they'll be belfies
Strangled by society, battling anxiety
Coupled with the fact
they're categorically denying me
that'll be psychiatry
One or two across,
I wanna tell that fucker to stick it
Last night I played the lottery,
I look at the ticket
Haven't got a single match,
thinkin' fuck it, they rig it
Once again I'm hit for six,
I know nothin' but cricket
I just know I've gotta stay employed,
temperamental, they avoid me
When I'm rancid and
I'm flyin' up the handle
it's a problem they deployed
But I still exist, although I miss Charisma,
he destroyed
hopin' that we notice him
Blaming us when it's just lack
of focus and
We don't want a project,
who the fuck is Zeta -Rubinson
Invited and we won't commit
a broken man that's prone to sin
I wish that I could argue it,
I feel as if I'm targeted
I wish that I could rap
and give you part of shit
but despite how fucking
hard I hit shit
It's getting worse like I was cursed
from the start of it
I'm not perfect, pardon it
But faith runs out the heart of it
with every fucking bar I spit
Who'd known it was the devil
that I parted with
He would be denied, me,
myself and I are partnered with
Now I look insane, sick with it,
it's hard to shit
Man mods and myth,
I leave the story as my parting gift
like a farting snit
Punishing my body,
ready for the heavy bar I lift
to relieve the stress
The banter will not be addressed,
I'm trying just to feel it less
Handsome may be lethal
if you want a drug, then be my guest
Randomly I beat my chest,
replying that I need a rest
Recording the philosophy,
gotta be animosity
Cold and there's frost in me,
possibly my philosophy's
now in the back I lost to me
Try to look the gun,
so instead I rip it or foster me
I'm malevolent to force
Tend to make a presence
if I ever enter doors
Trouble is I'm broken,
don't know what I enter for
Say I'm married to my music
and I never want divorce
Occasionally I'm cheating with comedy
and it's wrong of me
Cause I don't want to lose it
with music
but I know dominate
and fixing the damn anomaly
Feeling like an athlete,
He's going to the fridge,
he's grabbing another can
Look at him, he's stumbling,
he's barely able to stand
So here's his new album,
and he thinks that it might sell
He's close, he's almost, he's there,
he's going straight to hell
breaking news
Only aim is breaking
through the barrier
self -destructive self
Hating where it takes me to
Own worst enemy,
put the fight on pay -per -view
Submission's been thrown at me,
feel like I've been made immune
Nonetheless if I can make it,
know I've gotta make it soon
See that I'm not far from 40,
hard to cheat the naked truth
In my modern Noah club,
Tommy gonna wait for you
feel like I've been made
immune
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