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letra de what can i say - chase tha butcher

verse 1
a-yo i’m stuck with this substance abuse
i’m not in love with the drugs it’s just l-st from the rush they produce
my head’s tied up, like i was hung from a noose
feel like i’m caged in, even when i’m up in the booth
yo i remember coming up as a youth, a young buck who could do nothing but improve
now i can do nothing but lose
hid habits from my mum, wonder what she’d do if she new?
my dad didn’t care, he was always in a stubborn mood
your son grew up to be nothing but rude, a no-body
you don’t know what it’s like to be stuck in these shoes (sucks for real)
used to smoke so much bud that my lungs are abused
tried to quit, now i’m always drunk off a brew or high off something
f-ck it, it’s stupid, nothing is new. i wake up most morning chucking up spew
got love for my brothers, cause they were stuck in it too
made insanity to a song now i’m stuck in that tune

chorus
what can i say to you? (when sorry don’t cut it no more)
what can i do?

(repeat)

verse 2
look beneath my face, not every day is nice
always sinned, never prayed to christ, now i pay the price
go hard within, except for when i’m on stage with mic’s
seems like confession time every page that i write
who gave the permission, for two people to make this life?
when years down the track it collapses and that lady doesn’t stay his wife
learned from mother’s mistakes, the way to make it right and take my mind of things when i get blazed at night
stay sp-ced- too afraid of life. trying to improve for the better, but good and evil were made alike
cause when you get low, every day’s a fight so i stay oblivious to everything they place in my sight
maybe a mic can save me, or maybe a pipe. or maybe a lady, but lately staying high is making me crazy
substance abuse, run from the truth, any other reason is just an excuse

(chorus x2)

verse 3
i don’t blame you for splittin’ dad, sometimes i feel the same way that you do
everyday feel that same pain that you do
and even though we’re apart from the start, from the old days at heart me and you grew nothing changed
i still use music to soothe the pain, the same way workin’ and drinkin’ do for you too
cause life doesn’t always go the same way you planned it right?
that’s what i grew up to understand in life
you can never plan it right you just hope for the best, but when the worst happens it can eat a man alive
still i stand and fight, cause on this journey, you’ll never know when it’ll end ’til we all land our flight
and believe it or not, we stand alike. 2 other sons you go that came from that man and wife
and that day you shot yourself and almost died, i ran and cried that’s why i hold mics and i keep my hands tight

(chorus, repeat to fade)

- chase tha butcher

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