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letra de klonopin - adam calhoun

[intro]
some depressin’ sh-t
ahh, let’s try it out

[verse 1]
i let things build up
and i don’t know how to let sh-t go
i guess i’ll let it go ’til it explodes
my minds f-cked up, i lost control
lines get crossed like electrical
probably somethin’ wrong with my mental
i never thought i’d let it come and get my soul
i’m too far gone, never come back home

[chorus]
i’m white so
you know i never had no problems (hold up, wait)
i’m white so
you know i bet i’m the problem
came from the bottom

[post-chorus]
came from a broke home
what the f-cks a father?
mom must of shot him
dad didn’t want him
he can do without him
drink another bottle
smoke marijuana
take a klonopin

[verse 2]
you can hear a pin drop when i get p-ssed off
i don’t want to talk, i just wanna ball my fists up
i don’t want to calm down, i don’t want to listen
rather throw fists and get a conviction
you know what it is put that sh-t back in prison
i don’t need a lecture, this sh-t’s depressing
me venting is probably the best thing

[chorus]
i’m white so
i’m white so
i’m white so
you know i never had no problems (hold up, wait)
i’m white so
you know i bet i’m the problem
came from the bottom

[verse 3]
they tell me use my words
be careful, watch what i say
i say f-ck that sh-t
oh by the way, i’m not okay
stuck in a cage, let me explain
what it feels like bein’ out on stage
whole bunch of people shoutin’ my name
so hard to breathe, got a mountain of pain
they drive from all over to shake my hand or give me a hug
that drives me crazy that a stranger actually gives a f-ck
i’m not b-tchin’, i’m just sayin’ this sh-t actually sucks
my fans act better than the people that i actually love
why don’t i feel life, ’cause i feel like
if i don’t take my pills i ain’t gonna feel right
motherf-ckers talk sh-t, i don’t really feel nice
i feel like y’all scared like some field mice
feel like i might go psycho
drivin’ down the road with my eyes closed
dealin’ with a different kind of white boy
real sh-t, no vanilla ice though

[chorus]
i’m white so
i’m white so
i’m white so
i’m white so
came from a broke home

[post-chorus]
what the f-cks a father?
mom must of shot him
dad didn’t want him
he can do without him
drink another bottle
smoke marijuana
take a klonopin

- adam calhoun

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