The Iz
I'm not bitter, I'm not mad
I'm not depressed, I'm not sad
I'm not unhappy, I'm just fine
Trust me I just look this way all the time
I woke up today
No that's it I just woke up
Nothing really happened after that as a matter fact
What's the point of getting out of bed if you're coming back
"Well, see it's-" dude it's rhetorical
You don't need to chime in with an answer, of course I know
So let me do my thing
I trade my vocal cords just to be able to sing
Por tu maldito amor
The walls like to laugh at me
No interest in a lack of sleep, call it napathy
See I laugh to keep from crying ain't no lying
So much going on it's crazy people killing people dying
But I got to give it a rest
Marauding through the night with a tribe called quest
I'm not bitter, I'm not mad
I'm not depressed, I'm not sad
I'm not unhappy, I'm just fine
Trust me I just look this way all the time
Oh, wait am I on
I'd love to throw in the towel
But the washer's so full there's no room for it now
And I could do it by hand
But I don't want to take a loss, when I could give a damn
When I could give a crap, when I could give a hoot
When I could give it up, no wait no I no
Why it got to be like that
I'm on the Pharcyde of life trying to reel it back
Grab the fabric of reality and peeled it back
Took the hand that I was dealt, and dealed it back
I'm on track like a train
Off road no terrain hot dog on the brain
So please stop bitching
And if you can't take the heat get your ass away from the source hotness
I'm not depressed, I'm not sad
I'm not unhappy, I'm just fine
Trust me I just look this way all the time
I woke up today
No that's it I just woke up
Nothing really happened after that as a matter fact
What's the point of getting out of bed if you're coming back
"Well, see it's-" dude it's rhetorical
You don't need to chime in with an answer, of course I know
So let me do my thing
I trade my vocal cords just to be able to sing
Por tu maldito amor
The walls like to laugh at me
No interest in a lack of sleep, call it napathy
See I laugh to keep from crying ain't no lying
So much going on it's crazy people killing people dying
But I got to give it a rest
Marauding through the night with a tribe called quest
I'm not bitter, I'm not mad
I'm not depressed, I'm not sad
I'm not unhappy, I'm just fine
Trust me I just look this way all the time
Oh, wait am I on
I'd love to throw in the towel
But the washer's so full there's no room for it now
And I could do it by hand
But I don't want to take a loss, when I could give a damn
When I could give a crap, when I could give a hoot
When I could give it up, no wait no I no
Why it got to be like that
I'm on the Pharcyde of life trying to reel it back
Grab the fabric of reality and peeled it back
Took the hand that I was dealt, and dealed it back
I'm on track like a train
Off road no terrain hot dog on the brain
So please stop bitching
And if you can't take the heat get your ass away from the source hotness
Credits
Writer(s): Buck Bowen
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