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letra de sometimes i hate this town - lingua franca (rapper)

lf:
i wish i’d never told the doctors i’m a speed freak
‘cause i ain’t made it out my bed in three weeks
the trazodone’s delightful however i’m highly doubtful
that anything but amphetamine could make my kite soar
social life’s an eyesore
isolated af thanks iphone
lithium was meant to fix this sh-t, thanks psych ward
wellbutrin and gabapentin lexapro it hasn’t fixed it
doesn’t matter if my therapist says he’s a grad from princeton
he thinks that it’s a game like bit brigade hitting these high scores
every visit he prescribеs more candified corn
i tip it out the bottlе, into my shaking palm
i kinda wanna say f-ck him like he’s my date to prom
i grab a bottle of moscato just to chase it down
big gulp, deep breath, sometimes i hate this town
dope knife:
i wish i wasn’t predisposed
to trust issues and seeing foes
and all the friendly peeps i know
my enemies i keep em close
po-po gonna squeeze the toast
keep you on that need to know
i’m so sick and tired of saying goodbye in my easter clothes
keep the dro to keep me focused and blind to my troubled views
see far as the hubble do, got scars well i cuff a few
uncomfortable in old skin, lose lose, and no win
just clinic-checked depression, m-st-rbation and adult swim
my pulse thin, and that is the inception of the pain
and it robs my conscious like an aneurysm in my brain
i was skiing down the slopes, was a citizen of kane
til my parents went prescribed a n-gga ritalin again
i remember being young and i was so very coy
used to dream all day and night to be an ordinary boy
taking over half the planet but it’s gonna get destroyed
and i hate this f-cking town, don’t you know that it’s a ploy, dope

lf:
i wish i’d never told marie that i would check the tweets
that i neglected like a nest of chickadees, the slope is slippery
the trek is treacherous, to trend is to undress yourself and open history
wishing a n-gga would like i was hoping hickory
or praying for his p-ck-r health, these neckbeards in my messages compel the help
schenechtady to bethelhem
with all the permanence of an etch-a-sketch
when it’s shaken, man, debatin’ em was such a waste of second wind
(f-ck, f-ck f-ck,)
i’m closing out the browser
the anger’s taking off
i kinda wanna say f-ck ‘em like they my date to prom
i grab a case of the cerveza just to chase em out
big gulp deep breath, sometimes i hate this town…
and so i grabbed a scrunchie, put my afro in a bun
and i sat my lil b-ttcheeks in the bathroom with a gun
and i held it to my temple trying hard not to remember
midge, imani, emma, tommy, louie, charlie and my kinfolk
but i remembered ’em i remembered ’em tenfold
vomited in the bathtub, walked away with my chin soaked
i called the doctor on a follow up to say aloud:
i really love these cats, but i really hate this town

- lingua franca rapper

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