and breathin`s overrated
stormchasin and its gettin later
i used to love her now i hate her shes a brainraider
fallin in a crater
of lost memories
im so out of hand
i dont even fuck with me
im goin trippin drunk and slippin
sleepin in ditches
switchin prescriptions
bangin a random hoe and itchin
i dont give a flyin feces
i aint one with the human species
slappin the nurse tryin to up my cc`s
i fall apart
take all my pain turn it into art
blowin up a kmart and blame it all on mozart
fuck im surprised i got a deal
every 2 hours i take a pill
thats where im at,
its all surreal
i got imaginary friends
an imaginary life
an imaginary wife
and a real knife
out of here by next weekend
hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin
and i run away
from the light of day
i am not okay
my soul`s a misery
i think im losin my mind
im whacked out on jack and blacked out
trapped in a crackhouse full of dddddoubt
i got guilt to the hilt
i fight tears and fears
been out for 10 years
hit a big bump up off the mirror
find me at www dot
i came to trouble you dot
come here motha fucka take your best shot
suicidal
got a lot of demons to fight
ill probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle
i feel abused to lose the blues
ill bring my booze
im in the who`s who`s
and dope fees and floozies in the land
preparin for news
these niggas are never choosy
the morning sun is like a sledgehammer to my forehead
and im barely here
look in the mirror every day and slowly dissappear
been through a million and 67 emotions in my short career
riddles i fear
staggered out in the street for beer awww fuck it
and i run away
from the light of day
i am not okay
my soul`s a misery
my heartbeat is racin
even though im standin still i cant stop stormchasin
i stole a shell casin
so close to overdose that nite the day hurts my eyes
wishin my death to be a surprise
my life should be more
than 4 walls and a floor
but thats all that is mine
God give me a sign
cuz im tryin and dyin at the same time
im not hesitatin
just waitin
heck yeah comin with a flurry
and like the spice up in you throat
i get ya chokin like that curry
somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried
made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry
flyin from the spirits so i got a story
the dude that taught me how to rap was ray murray
its all a can still its filled with no glory
top the killer red out at 2:30
and i run away
from the light of day
i am not okay
my soul`s a misery
