II. Perspective
I hold the knife the same way that I hold the pen
Razors through some paper, I expect to see the looney bin
"Give it time, give it time"
The meds should really start kicking in
I don't have time, bitch, my itch is in a vicious spin
Watch me gyrate, why's the water from the spicket red?
Addicted to the pigment, fixated on extracting spine
Mix it in my cauldron, sitting ducks in my family line
Nothing in my dreams, just dead faces in the daytime
"Who am I, who am I?"
My complex has the mirror vexed
Subconscious speaking jibberish
On bets on if I finish this
My stage is really limitless
How the fuck did I get in this bitch?
How the hell do I get out this hoe?
Lord, tell me now, because I gotta go
Swimming down the ditch, I remember being honor roll
Sinking in some shit, I remember having feelings though
Walk up in the flick, bullets sounding like a musical
And welcome to the murder show, I'm a cancer to myself
I'm insane, very personal, I'm a toxin
I'm a tyrant, self-destruct, super-violent
I'm retarded, I'm too silent, I'm a bitch
I'm a fuck, no diamond in a rough, no shining
Just a scuff, head up to the cliff, drop a brick
Pedal of the truck, don't worry, I was stuck
Forget it in a month, Call my fucking bluff
Call my shrink, say what's up
Pour some liquor, light a blunt
Mother Nature, what a cunt
I've been thinking all these thoughts
And they're irrational as "Perspective"
All the pain is a game 'til the earth's belly up
Then it rains and decays, and the same's springing up
I'm a shame to my name, Tom Saw is a bust
Wordplay doesn't change, and his beats fucking suck
I'm hard on myself, but I'm not hard enough
So every time I fall, I add a kick to the gut
Throw some dirt on that cut, somebody grab a shovel
Because I beat up Jesus Christ, I'm tag teaming with the Devil
And we bodyslam that bitch because his plan wasn't level
And we took up ruling earth, and made it reckless like Othello
I wasn't born to be a leader, I wasn't born in the present
I'm a peasant on the fringe, That's forever second-guessing
So when I hopped up on the ledge, I didn't need to talk to reverend
Because I knew beyond the edge, it was only effervescence
Bitch
Razors through some paper, I expect to see the looney bin
"Give it time, give it time"
The meds should really start kicking in
I don't have time, bitch, my itch is in a vicious spin
Watch me gyrate, why's the water from the spicket red?
Addicted to the pigment, fixated on extracting spine
Mix it in my cauldron, sitting ducks in my family line
Nothing in my dreams, just dead faces in the daytime
"Who am I, who am I?"
My complex has the mirror vexed
Subconscious speaking jibberish
On bets on if I finish this
My stage is really limitless
How the fuck did I get in this bitch?
How the hell do I get out this hoe?
Lord, tell me now, because I gotta go
Swimming down the ditch, I remember being honor roll
Sinking in some shit, I remember having feelings though
Walk up in the flick, bullets sounding like a musical
And welcome to the murder show, I'm a cancer to myself
I'm insane, very personal, I'm a toxin
I'm a tyrant, self-destruct, super-violent
I'm retarded, I'm too silent, I'm a bitch
I'm a fuck, no diamond in a rough, no shining
Just a scuff, head up to the cliff, drop a brick
Pedal of the truck, don't worry, I was stuck
Forget it in a month, Call my fucking bluff
Call my shrink, say what's up
Pour some liquor, light a blunt
Mother Nature, what a cunt
I've been thinking all these thoughts
And they're irrational as "Perspective"
All the pain is a game 'til the earth's belly up
Then it rains and decays, and the same's springing up
I'm a shame to my name, Tom Saw is a bust
Wordplay doesn't change, and his beats fucking suck
I'm hard on myself, but I'm not hard enough
So every time I fall, I add a kick to the gut
Throw some dirt on that cut, somebody grab a shovel
Because I beat up Jesus Christ, I'm tag teaming with the Devil
And we bodyslam that bitch because his plan wasn't level
And we took up ruling earth, and made it reckless like Othello
I wasn't born to be a leader, I wasn't born in the present
I'm a peasant on the fringe, That's forever second-guessing
So when I hopped up on the ledge, I didn't need to talk to reverend
Because I knew beyond the edge, it was only effervescence
Bitch
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Writer(s): Sawyer Boyd
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