(Peeing)
Ugh, this shit stinks
V1: Bed the of side wrong, that's where I woke this morning, hopefully- the day gets better cuz at this point in life I just might sell my soul "for free"...yeah, I know, that don't make sense (cents), (one, two) I'm a dollar short of 3/which is ironic, cuz at 3 years old is when my older cousin started groping meeee...don't mind little Macho, "he's so sensitive, he's a pato/he's degenerate, such a lost soul," now I freak'in leak, Petey Pablo...sleep with eyes open, beat a bongo, thinking I won't- get no rest for shit/need an exorcist, cuz my head is twisted, all this Hectic shit I seen since 5 yo...I promise, you couldn't stomach it, even with an ab-riddled torso- riddle me stupid?, nah bro, but you could get rid of false hope- of rekindling with my family- it really tainted me, all the drunk people, all the arguing and toxic energy, that ain't meant for me, got me anger-ry!...I remember we- were just kids, when they touched it, thought it was meant to be/little did they know they ruined everything about me, now I'm so fucked, “mentally”...not to mention, how so many left from me, or abused verbally and sexually- my depression peaked (peeked)- and they wonder why I didn't like Hide and Seek, fuck, just forget it, please...
Hook: can't you tell?/I'm not crazy, I'm doing well…I'll say what they told me-
“Close your eyes, enjoy the ride”...
I'm just kidding
V2: I was 13, taking nudes, watching Barney and eating baby food/If you don't like why- I'm so child-like, I'm traumatized by- the way I grew....which is why I- truly like Mike, the King of Pop, yeah, the white guy/he was youthful, me too, dude, I was 16, using night lights...I don't vent to a motherfucking soul, they ignore it all, and that's why I write- told the truth when I turnt 18, to some dumb bitch who recited SYKE!...now I'm in the psych ward, like- "hi!, I'm Hector, a really nice guy/just emotional,” what I'm going through- was too much for me, so I slice, slice- but I've promised that I'm not gonna do it again," then I kissed an inpatient "bye bye"/all my life- I've been IM-patient, punch a rib-cage in, this is Fight Night...make you hit pavement, I don't trust fam, the bochinche shit I do not like/and a fake friend's what I distaste, friendship bracelets get popped, PY- (POPEYE) why these niggas always try to spin-ish?! (SPINACH), Saying sick shit, I'm RottenMynded- and the twisted ways I write these lyrics makes a nigga better cake than a ShopRite...I don't need a shrink- to medicate my fucking mental state, from the outside- if I'm a minute late of being 730, but I'm turning 30 and I'm NOT fine!
Hook: can't you tell?/I'm not crazy, I'm doing well…I'll say what they told me-
“Close your eyes, enjoy the ride”...
I'm just kidding
Can't you tell?/I'm not crazy, I'm doing well…I'll say what they told me-
“Close your eyes, enjoy the ride”...
I'm just kidding
Now that THAT'S off my chest