Too True
Short chubby white mothafucka' go ask your mother
Hoe I won't bother to throw a dollar to holler for no number
The beast from the east has risen from his slumber
Through the cold winter till the hot summer
Never ever will I smile
Long as I spiral in denial
With the style so wild
Far from a mind of a child
Seems these dreams make everyday a fucking bummer
Knowing I'm going deep down under no wonder
Through the lighting and the thunder
Smoking hoping for something from another
But I know down the lonely road I go
Everyday what the fuck can I say
This is where the fuck I wanna stay and be
Honestly my mothafuckin' g
I just feel all the animosity
Surrounding all around me
Seems everybody left
So I just gotta keep on going deep down
To the depths of my fuckin' mind
Too true what the fuck can I do
Stuck without you
And I'm wondering did I just fuck it all up
Every time I touch any fucking thing in my life
It seems like it goes right down in strife
Wrong or right
This is what I fucking do
Every day and night
I'm thinking about hitting this mic
Reciting everything that I write
In the fucking notebook of my mind
I don't know why
Fucking try but I go
Every fucking day without any friend or foe or hoe
That I can call my own so
This is where the fuck I be
Honestly it's too true
What the fuck can I do
Still stuck up in the stu
It's all I fucking knew how to do
Since I was fucking young
Now I'm old now I'm cold
I'm tired of this bullshit
I just don't wanna give up or quit
Cause they can't see me slip
Hoe I won't bother to throw a dollar to holler for no number
The beast from the east has risen from his slumber
Through the cold winter till the hot summer
Never ever will I smile
Long as I spiral in denial
With the style so wild
Far from a mind of a child
Seems these dreams make everyday a fucking bummer
Knowing I'm going deep down under no wonder
Through the lighting and the thunder
Smoking hoping for something from another
But I know down the lonely road I go
Everyday what the fuck can I say
This is where the fuck I wanna stay and be
Honestly my mothafuckin' g
I just feel all the animosity
Surrounding all around me
Seems everybody left
So I just gotta keep on going deep down
To the depths of my fuckin' mind
Too true what the fuck can I do
Stuck without you
And I'm wondering did I just fuck it all up
Every time I touch any fucking thing in my life
It seems like it goes right down in strife
Wrong or right
This is what I fucking do
Every day and night
I'm thinking about hitting this mic
Reciting everything that I write
In the fucking notebook of my mind
I don't know why
Fucking try but I go
Every fucking day without any friend or foe or hoe
That I can call my own so
This is where the fuck I be
Honestly it's too true
What the fuck can I do
Still stuck up in the stu
It's all I fucking knew how to do
Since I was fucking young
Now I'm old now I'm cold
I'm tired of this bullshit
I just don't wanna give up or quit
Cause they can't see me slip
Credits
Writer(s): Raveendranath Singh
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