a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de stay fucked up - tony mike

[verse 1]
(inhale, cough)
open my lungs as im smoking a blunt/
cuz corruptions got a motherf-cker sunk in the slums
still as real as they come, only i’m fake with the funds/
agents banging on my apartment, got no place to run
feel like spraying my gun at people, this evils taunting me/
ever since my best friend died, his nightmares haunting me
and i know how it ought to be, but f-ckin up constantly/
too c-cky possibly, making my compet-tion obsolete
cops on me for robbery, somehow i shake em off/
make a song, words beautifully put, like renee duvall’s
satan falls from heaven, but once was angelic/
even the best fail, but no excuse for my rebellion
potential of a felon, yeah my fams fortellin/
stuck in a deaf world, my throats sore from this yellin
souls selling, pockets swelling, it’s all to overwhelming/
and i remember back when lyrics consisted of storytelling

[hook]
i get my drugs, i stay f-cked up
(and still you wonder why)
i get my cup, i get so drunk
(and i dont wanna die but)
i’ve been living life all trapped in this cage
getting blazed and sh-t faced is the only way to escape
and i pray, my love ones don’t follow this way
lord if you can’t save me, please save kane

[verse 2]
(hiccup)
drowning my kidney as i’m bound to get tipsy/
i’m going in, circle the block, i’ll be out in a jiffy
praying my savior forgives me, please lord if you’re listening/
he’s busy getting my attention, the bullet missed me by inches
when the b-tch hit me going 50, the force knocked me out my forces/
spending more time with my son was all that was important
worth going to court, child support, and the ex parte order/
going through h-ll and high water, struggle and torture
and when my life flashes images of cyclophrenia/
dipsomania, i’m the edgar allan poe of my millennium
dealing with phobias and philias, trying to make the most of my minimum/
not to mention i’m twitching, this ‘exit bag’ full of helium
my manic depression, my anorexic nervosa/
dysthymia, bipolaor, just living life till its over
i would die to be sober, if i could just make it through the withdrawals/
there’s a message in the bottle, it’s just fulla alcohol

[hook ]

[verse 3]
f-cking with my psychosis as i sip styrofoam potion/
fun dip soaking in a little bit of codiene
guzzling robitussin, dextromethorphan/
slitting wrists horizontally, releasing endorphins
thomas and robin in divorce court, cuz she was a wh0r- b-tch/
i call her robin not momma, she shoulda got an abortion
took my 4th alcohol poison ‘fore i learned about portions/
of course when i die, the remorse will be like jack kevorkian’s. and all i know is i made a mess of my life/
but every life n death situation was a blessing in disguise
every night before i go to bed, i think of k!lling myself/
there’s 112 contacts in my cell, there’s not any i’d tell
no prenuptial agreement, who the f-ck is gonna marry me/
no life insurance policy, who the f-ck is gonna bury me?
sometimes i get mad at god, he took my brother from my mother/
while someone suicidal has to sit here and suffer

- tony mike

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS