Misery and the Thoughts Within Me
Rolling on some fourty OC's (OC's)
Fireworks and I'm pouring some lean
Bitch twerking but she won't do it for me (Nuh-uh)
Money green everything that she sees
No more opps left looking for me (No more)
My choppa got 'em, now they're sleeping down six feet
Can't rely on anything except me
Thoughts keep telling me that I lost my humanity (Argh, fuck!)
Why do I feel so empty?
Can you tell me why all my feelings left me? (Huh?)
Can't deny, that I hate it to act friendly
When all I wanna do, is let that clip go empty (Pop, pop, pop)
Kill 'em all, don't let them run away from me (No!)
It ain't my fault that I'm a product of society (Nuh!)
Another motherfucker coming from the 'jects
Got Heroin in my cup and Heroin in my veins
And now you got me down on the fucking floor bitch, yuh
Smoking dope off the foil, that's how I'm coping, yuh
Everyday I feel like I ain't worth enough, wanna stop
Put a tag on my toe, zip the bag and freeze me up, yuh
I've wasted so much time, got so much on my mind
And it still seems like I am walking these streets blind
If this won't work out I guess that I'm out of fucking luck
Ain't no plan b bitch except joining twenty-seven club
Fireworks and I'm pouring some lean
Bitch twerking but she won't do it for me (Nuh-uh)
Money green everything that she sees
No more opps left looking for me (No more)
My choppa got 'em, now they're sleeping down six feet
Can't rely on anything except me
Thoughts keep telling me that I lost my humanity (Argh, fuck!)
Why do I feel so empty?
Can you tell me why all my feelings left me? (Huh?)
Can't deny, that I hate it to act friendly
When all I wanna do, is let that clip go empty (Pop, pop, pop)
Kill 'em all, don't let them run away from me (No!)
It ain't my fault that I'm a product of society (Nuh!)
Another motherfucker coming from the 'jects
Got Heroin in my cup and Heroin in my veins
And now you got me down on the fucking floor bitch, yuh
Smoking dope off the foil, that's how I'm coping, yuh
Everyday I feel like I ain't worth enough, wanna stop
Put a tag on my toe, zip the bag and freeze me up, yuh
I've wasted so much time, got so much on my mind
And it still seems like I am walking these streets blind
If this won't work out I guess that I'm out of fucking luck
Ain't no plan b bitch except joining twenty-seven club
Credits
Writer(s): Judas Cain
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Walking Blind - Single
- Heartless
- Sad/Dead/Regret - Single
- Misery And The Thoughts Within Me
- Kerosene - Single
- Played My Life Like A Game Of Chess
- Played My Life Like a Game of Chess - Single
- When Life Gives You Lemons, They're Probably Second Hand - Single
- When Life Gives You Lemons, They're Probably Second Hand
- Addictions/Disgrace/Selfhate/Etc. - Single
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