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ayceeonethirty - truman lyrics
this the type of sh-t i’d probably crank when i pour a drink
after i been stumblin, strugglin just to blink
clutchin on to the sink, mumblin under my breath
that i need to get my act together ’fore i end up greetin death
but let’s be real about it, nothin ever change the way i feel about it
stubborn like i’m tank-less in the ocean tryin to breathe without it
could probably save and buy a bentley fully kitted
with places for playstations, and still i would feel like sh-t
and run it off a bridge laughin, smash it off in the rocks
do it wasted, hitch a way home, leave a wreck for the cops
so they come and they knock, on my door but i ain’t answerin
grab a hold of my life and take the right from the cancer
to snuff it out like a candlewick, nanny’s heart could never handle this
hard to even be speakin this candid without some cannabis
breakin down to prevent me from breakin down when reflectin
never planned on me livin this long, that’s why i don’t own weapons
she don’t know who she dealin with, no idea of how real it can get
far from pessimistic, b-tch i’m dead, i don’t feel the sh-t
i’m just tryin to be real honest with myself
remember doctors and teachers sayin i need alot of help
had the cops at my house, tellin mama i’m a terrorist
closet full of heroin, scared of findin my parents
goin through it all confused about it, callin the f-ckin news about it
sendin me off to prison where my neck’ll find a noose around it
i need some new surroundings
tryin to lose the overcrowded towns but i can’t help but feelin grounded like my souls impounded
god’s kickin my fingers off of the ledge
every time that i scr-pe and claw from the pits to the gleamin edge
and that’s the role that i play, just the garbage thrown away
when they finish reboundin off me then say they don’t know my name
cause i’m only surface cold to ensure that my center’s frozen
can’t afford to let it melt and show the liquid it’s holdin or i’m f-cked
any bit of weakness is the end of me
survival of the fittest, acting friendly, but they enemies
wait until they see the opportunity for screwin me
and watch the way they twist the sh-t to justify em usin me to catapault
off of everything i been buildin
like i ain’t the boss at the office, you only a temp fill-in
you just “ill” when i’m busy, but when i’m back n0body talkin
they prefer to rip the bong and hide they gaspin in the coughin
they stalkin, ain’t gotta look for em
every time my f-ckin mouth open they just gather round like the roman forum
and y’all been p-ssin all these awful artists off as the gods
when the bars they spittin ain’t bricks, they cottonelle soft
novices overvalue they minor accomplishments
got no clue what i go through to keep myself at the top of this
even under all the stress, feelin subhuman
what’s another cigarette? a heart as black as harry truman’s
won’t be nothin new man, i been this way forever
runnin out of sh-t to say to convince myself that it’s gettin better
it just keep pilin, afraid to walk in the light
and i ain’t tryin to live forever, i’m terrified that i might
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