Dusty Memories

Yeah, I got some dusty memories
Fragments of my mind I've buried in cemeteries
Resurrect through a beat, remember tempted by scenes
'member tryna forces friends left with PTSD, So I

Leave, now how come they miss me, like
Fleas on a feline they tryna leech me
Everyone tryna reach me, believe me, I heed the
Cautionary warnings adorned on each song'a ya CD
But I'm stuck, else I come up with another rut
Fixing plan, demanding ways outta devilish hands
But man, I've hit the fan sent through the roof real bad and I'm
Knocking on noggins with noggins I'm noddin', like fuck man
I'll be paid for blowing beats, when I'm
Twenty three, only MC remaining in the scene
After lyrically beatin' all of these retards, with
Bars harder than wrought iron inside'a my heart
But I must get all this shit off of me chest
Cause it hurts when I breathe and I reckon I might pop a vessel
When I wrestle with thoughts of depression when bored
I letter 'em all, transform pain into form, like
I just want words to come to me, I've been
Down and out, stuck in bouts, rounds of fuckery, see
Ugly motherfuckers all coming they running up on me
Coming in, twisted little knickers shifting dungarees
So I might just hit this light up, rewind time dryin' eyes
Up, I'm fine I'm just fucking dying cuzz
Fucked insida the mind huh
Just a sign of the times cunt

There's an old fashioned love song
Playing on the radio
(Turn it up cunt)
And wrapped around the music is the sound
Of someone, promising they'll never go
(Never go babe)

I got some fucked memories in the cabinet on the back burner
Learnin' to further the work worse than Timmy Turner
When I turn a tin, spin, juggle words with the thing, no
Singin' I'm figurin', dense lyrics are bigger than
Listenin' to auto-tuned shit, I full circle music
In fruitless rebuking of new shit i lose it
Do a bap apon this boom shit, elude to views with
Useless tunes which bloom my hubris, like
I remember lessons in pessimistic assessment, messing
With the heads, left dread embedded into senses
I burden these verses like I'm cursed to return a sentence
On how my flagellation felt like a deserved penance
At its worst when it's churning and yearning for independence
Regret defending, depending on the dead-head dependents
I lended each and every cent they ever requested, I
Guess generous investors are never left airing regrets man

Oh fuck what do I even say
Too fucked up to talk anything, shit
Aight I guess we should finish this man

Fucking once more
There's an old fashioned love song
Playing on the radio
(Turn it the fuck up)
And wrapped around the music is the sound
Of someone, promising they'll never go
(Nah don't think of it)
There's an old fashioned love song
Playing on the radio
(You can hear the static man)
And wrapped around the music is the sound
Of someone promising they'll never go
Cause I ain't leaving either

Fuck