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letra de me - mastamiind

[intro]
“my thing ain’t coming on, aight”

[hook]
smoking pot, with some allergies from the pollen
the season changing it’s falling, and god swings me like a pendulum
constantly try to hold it in, and wash these demons off my conscious
that’s nonsense upon the gossiping, for i’m lossless
colossally deafening from sorrows
haven’t seen the light in a while
maybe i’ll wish myself well, and see what comes next tomorrow
the rabbit jumped off my shoulder
now my soul is gone, i can’t feel no apparition

[verse 1: b.the great]
it’s been about two years, since broad daylight
savings for my birthday
maybe take a vacation to time on earth
instead of dead weight
taken away my dignity, the dishonest jester
just to justify his justice by playing jest as his gesture
just a bleak degenerate emblem in embedded in my appearance
to stand for my parents so people will look back on they names
and forsake of the allegation alligator is my psyche
biting off my ideas, so i can’t write and enlighten
dust the dust off on the sight, the devil want to take my life
have them crack rocks in my nose, until my lips are pearly white
i’m coughing and wheezing, like weezy gave some weed
i got to cut off the weeds, for my gr-ss to be green
and the scenery is calling doing donuts in my conscious
loss of words, now it’s cautious, the vulture whose cawing
hollers, it’s all in la la land, the shackles just stay unlocked
either i’m high or i’m nuts, there’s h-ll in pandora’s box

[hook]
smoking pot, with some allergies from the pollen
the season changing it’s falling, and god swings me like a pendulum
constantly try to hold it in, and wash these demons off my conscious
that’s nonsense upon the gossiping, for i’m lossless
colossally deafening from sorrows
haven’t seen the light in a while, maybe i’ll wish myself well and see what comes next tomorrow
the rabbit jumped off my shoulder, now my soul is gone, i can’t feel no apparition…

[verse 2: b.the great]
lucifer on my screen, animated on a acid trip
clouds pouring black rain, with a can a gasoline
ready to plunder my dreams and escape from this reality
b-tch, slap me, cause this shouldn’t be the way to live happy
and this is how i’m supposed to have a fine day
the high acclaim according to a hall of fame of [f-ggots]
black hole, paradise on earth but i’m not dead, so f-ck ya quoting
it’s potent, this life stronger to handle, coating a poet
heard of sins, what sin of him, send it in, prayer, won’t commend
i know the sin commandments height higher standards
it’s challenging like spoon feeding god’s respect
but only get the sin of men, like a mental patient
i’ve come into consideration, that f-ck all that mediation
my -ss will track the laughter
acting practicality, ballistic, sad sack with no biscuits
rendition of not listening, i won’t give up this sh-t fest
this sh-t is not relentless, if i feel retentive
that’s cause i’m always reminiscing, f-ck a organ, f-ck a feeling
but sympathy to people who die, live or be dead, or just lie
fake lives from fake n-gg-s who look like they cross eyed
i cross this puzzle of misery, puddle of blood in my throat, choking just stupid i’m a doofus that wait for fun
f-ck a fundraiser, this a funeral
i’m funding to raise for ya deathbed
i’ll see ya there, when i’ll die in a jail cell
murder the murderers there, go psycho on the psychopaths
running out of oxygen, when others are wearing gas masks

[outro]
please help, that’s what i seek
i don’t have a pal, just me, all by my f-cking self, d-mn…

- mastamiind

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