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letra de blue balls - will is chillin'

and it sounds so beautiful
and it sounds so beautiful
and it sounds so beautiful
if it was up to me i would never leave the studio

i got a headache, i got blueb-lls
i wanna make this bed shake but got no one to booty call
droopy eyes pulls from this loosie seem to sooth the cough
depression make me never hit the booth at all
withdrawal draw up some memories with remedies
but all of them seam heavily stained and full of holes
like jah’s son on the cross
or my clothes i never had the money to floss
to the hoes who wanted nothing me
all they’ll get is nuttin from me
while i stunt the bummiest threads my love is word
so i’d rather switch the flow on a witty written pro
hit the pinnacle its pitiful that nothing last forever so i dread
falling off or stalling so even if im yawning im conjuring up a sonnet
to match the mood. like my summary of summer is so cruel
took a break from school miseducated miss my education
destine to be dest-tute my confidence was decimated in bed i rest awaken
respiration calm down development arrested lack of attention time invested
by the man they say i look like cool calm collect but temper as red as suge knight screaming f-ck the good life
frustrated when i wrote this verse running thin on patience and i heard it only worsens
immersed in my life’s work quest to make the mic hurt til i bite dirt then i choked in the cipher…

and it sounds so beautiful
and it sounds so beautiful
and it sounds so beautiful
if it was up to me i would never leave the studio (2x)

forgot the words im loosing myself wallflower glued to the shelf
befriending people who are used to the wealth can’t understand my struggle
far from stunting on a jumbo-tron its easy being humble
keep belief release and breath to ease the demons for a subtle moment
mumble undertones of hopelessness plague my vocal components
try so hard to stay focus and control it but i couldn’t stress this fact enough
thought that part of being a man was acting tough laughin in the face of fear shed no tear and grab your nuts
cl!ck clack react with guns sad fact that act is numb no feelings and im full of ’em
not the only poor runt theres a chicago puplic school of ’em
root root for the shooter so they boo the dude who choose to run
like i do from my problems such a loser dumb something of the sort
trials and tribulations this is my summons to the court
denial on a few separate occasions… is the stage really my place in this maze we called life
when i couldn’t get a gig to save my life. right…
blues b-lls again same sh-t like i need some new drawls and a coupon for depends
because my happiness depends on whether or not i rock a crowd again
pour my heart out since i started out try to spit a song and got carded out
shoes holier than that carpenter she’ll never take her carpet out
it doesn’t help that i still live with my mother and i share a bunk with my 16 year old brother
got a year old box of rubbers my life is blue balled sh-t is such a f-cking drag… rupall
slew of verses stored in my mental u-haul beat looping in the stu all. good. chillin’

and it sounds so beautiful
and it sounds so beautiful
and it sounds so beautiful
if it was up to me i would never leave the studio (2x)

- will is chillin

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