Joos repoured
Got that gift of the gab I lay it out on the slab
With these lyrical punchlines I'm serving up jabs
Definition of genius I'm aiming to pleases
I go with the flow like a greyhound on snow
I'm splitting it, hitting it, nail on the head
With the rate of my words I should prolly be dead
But my lungs like guns with that extended clip
This water feeling great so I'm taking a dip
Pour another scotch, rhyme between sips
Catching my breath between nicotine rips
Living at leisure as my writing betters
Only a few months and I'm leaving just letters
I rip through the beat anything but discreet
And there isn't a need for subliminal skeet
Wilfully making the flow of it bend
As this verse is reaching its solemnly end
I must apologise, to alla you guys
These bars your demise, I'm killing it's thrilling
Nerves are all bumping like'm humping johanssen
Live in a flat that feel like a mansion
Ask manson the décor is dead at it's best
And now I've run out of breath so I must rest
But I'll be back in a moments digress
Reflect for a moment on how we are blessed
How we are blessed
On how we are blessed
But how are we blessed?
Yea how are we blessed?
Everybody these days look for alla free ways
Live life like they belonging on motorways
They take everything quick, on they mind only wet dick
Nothing's in the long term, flex resemble earthworms
So as I take a tipple while I'm tweaking bitches nipples
And I wonder why hypocrisy has beaten it's path to me
I'll take another drink, take a little time to think
About what you make me do, all my methods start to stink
Yo, I've been looking out the window
But I don't see nothing though
No sunshine hits my room, no
So get ready for a downpour
I'm taking it slow, readying myself go
Everything is dark, spent another day drunk
Numbing my insides, no pain for this wannapunk
Blowing off steam and catching up with my dreams
I only wish my therapy would come back to me
When I was in that frame life was an easy game
And now I ponder at the window pane, wonder how to rid of pain
Wonder how to rid of pain...
Spend time with another bottle, missing myself a lot, oh
Hating every piece of me, wish I could live in the memory
Of a better time, every day like a fine wine
Getting better alla time, now I feel bitter, lime
Soaking my wounds like a pitiful fool
I just wish this rut, would get fucking put
To the back of my mind, for once life could be kind
I never wanna be just a distant memory
So I live my life like I'm fuelled by ecstasy
Always tryna escalate, improve the path of my fate
I'll never be dragged down, clinging on to my crown
Determination got me stressing, always seen wearing frowns
Blessed with a curse, surrounded by clowns
Guess there's a price to pay, being worth a milli pounds
Sometimes I wish I could just start it over
Realizing it just comes with the time and getting older
Responsibility and everything that's owned by me
My system is failing, my respiratory
System meltdown, fall down, back down, done
Done
I'm done
And I'm gone
I'm fucking gone
With these lyrical punchlines I'm serving up jabs
Definition of genius I'm aiming to pleases
I go with the flow like a greyhound on snow
I'm splitting it, hitting it, nail on the head
With the rate of my words I should prolly be dead
But my lungs like guns with that extended clip
This water feeling great so I'm taking a dip
Pour another scotch, rhyme between sips
Catching my breath between nicotine rips
Living at leisure as my writing betters
Only a few months and I'm leaving just letters
I rip through the beat anything but discreet
And there isn't a need for subliminal skeet
Wilfully making the flow of it bend
As this verse is reaching its solemnly end
I must apologise, to alla you guys
These bars your demise, I'm killing it's thrilling
Nerves are all bumping like'm humping johanssen
Live in a flat that feel like a mansion
Ask manson the décor is dead at it's best
And now I've run out of breath so I must rest
But I'll be back in a moments digress
Reflect for a moment on how we are blessed
How we are blessed
On how we are blessed
But how are we blessed?
Yea how are we blessed?
Everybody these days look for alla free ways
Live life like they belonging on motorways
They take everything quick, on they mind only wet dick
Nothing's in the long term, flex resemble earthworms
So as I take a tipple while I'm tweaking bitches nipples
And I wonder why hypocrisy has beaten it's path to me
I'll take another drink, take a little time to think
About what you make me do, all my methods start to stink
Yo, I've been looking out the window
But I don't see nothing though
No sunshine hits my room, no
So get ready for a downpour
I'm taking it slow, readying myself go
Everything is dark, spent another day drunk
Numbing my insides, no pain for this wannapunk
Blowing off steam and catching up with my dreams
I only wish my therapy would come back to me
When I was in that frame life was an easy game
And now I ponder at the window pane, wonder how to rid of pain
Wonder how to rid of pain...
Spend time with another bottle, missing myself a lot, oh
Hating every piece of me, wish I could live in the memory
Of a better time, every day like a fine wine
Getting better alla time, now I feel bitter, lime
Soaking my wounds like a pitiful fool
I just wish this rut, would get fucking put
To the back of my mind, for once life could be kind
I never wanna be just a distant memory
So I live my life like I'm fuelled by ecstasy
Always tryna escalate, improve the path of my fate
I'll never be dragged down, clinging on to my crown
Determination got me stressing, always seen wearing frowns
Blessed with a curse, surrounded by clowns
Guess there's a price to pay, being worth a milli pounds
Sometimes I wish I could just start it over
Realizing it just comes with the time and getting older
Responsibility and everything that's owned by me
My system is failing, my respiratory
System meltdown, fall down, back down, done
Done
I'm done
And I'm gone
I'm fucking gone
Credits
Writer(s): Chrissy Ruin
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