[Verse 1]

You know you're dying when a glass of water gets heavy

Intense medley, go for crying in bed see

Lacking their signs of health for self

Oughta patent your own emotional jail cell

Packed in the snail mail

Here goes nothing you fail tale

What the actual fuck?

And any minute they will tell you

Just how to feel the blues, and nothing else

Not so, well now?

On a whole new trip in a cold room

Back in the old room, not so soon

What they gained was fair, don't beat yourself up


[Verse 2]

I've been picked on by script kiddies with snipped titties

Keen to get off to slit pretties and split kidneys

And you say it's too soon to prove you're a loon

Latter-day ingenue, those fooled, orbitude

All this, it gets old as pulled from the tar pits

Auction art, let those trampled form garbage

Ain't your friend, I'm Osaint to yuh hen

Left waiting instead, lead paint to yuh bread

Almost dropped it all for the marriage lines

Why? A pair of spines? My height won't spare the time

And how would you do it?

Without looking too stupid?


[Chorus]

A black jean jacket with patches of bands I still shill

And the fact that I know how to kill, a geek that thinks he's scene

It's all part of the big bill, how I'mma feel

Sinking, you and me

And all them want to know who gained the feet and ran with me

And I just want to know who's blaming me


[Verse 3]

I gave the whole system, blaming the fame that you pissed them

The trade stunk but you'd never list them

I aimed for closure, layman's term for no boulder

Laying on pavement blocking doors to the holster

Goodness gracious, lord have mercy on your soul

I hope you both go do-si-do

So not a talentless mold

But a man with just cold feet and army of sycophant gnomes

Sickened to known, I should never given the loan

And now I'm here in this bitch to moan

Sending them all to be here

Sending them all to be here, so I am not alone in fear

The greatest pain of all, you feel yourself

And damn near no one else

Won't propel, won't propel

'Til I shove you back to hell


[Chorus]

A black jean jacket with patches of bands I still shill

And the fact that I know how to kill, a geek that thinks he's scene

It's all part of the big bill, how I'mma feel

Sinking, you and me

And all them want to know who gained the feet and ran with me

And I just want to know who's blaming me