gun to my face i dont know what to say
stalking your page til you talk about me
rot me away til i start to decay
obvious that i quite dont wanna stay
holding me back like you just a delay
smoking a pack with a bottle of jays
oh im just mad your not talking to me
im on a blast like a rocket to space

turns out that your living fine
and you smile without me
cant get you out of my mind
trapped within my psyche

saucepan tuesdays

i have to take pills, keep me sane
i cant be free i can be chained
ill disapear just like ceeday
so i can hear on what she say
eyes dripping cutting onions and the garlic
90 on the 50 prolly reason why im carsick
sick of all these people i was talking to a marxist
everyone on strings, i was pulling on guitar picks

i cant live on
you brought me pain
i sing this song
your not the same
im in the wrong
you always blame
i hit the bong
you blow the blaze
   
i wanna call you all the time
i always fall for all your lies
gouge out my eyes until im blind
maybe then i might see the signs
my mental health is not the best
i wanna get this off my chest
ill pack my bags move out the west
so i can finally be at rest

i might see the signs

all these signs baby tell me that im fucked
i cant get it out my mind, i keep pouring in the cup
i keep holding on to climb but my doley got me stuck
i dont matter if i try, baby i know that im fucked
if that nigga wanna die, stuff his body in the trunk
sending him spinning to the sky, they gon fly that boy a dove
same ole niggas i despise, they all wanna show me love
just forgive them all the thrive, ive been told that from above

my dior pants on me torn
i couldnt care about that whore
stampylongnose, my niggas hitting the target, this shit just like a chore
i spin back too much, lost count, regardless my niggas upping the score
new opp pack, we on that port
10am you sleep n snore
tell em niggas bring a torch
many niggas gon get scorched
bentley engine this on sport

tell me im just fucked up

i know im just fucked up

you can see the tears i bawled because theyre flowing with the rain
and i got nobody to call i just be rolling with the pain
say its everybodys fault that way that no one takes the blame
i got a barrel to my jaw, soon ill be blowing out my brain
damn im on my final straw i wanna throw it all away
just an alien from mars, cuz i dont even know my name
dug my grave out with my claws, i didnt even need a spade
someone gotta feel the same, someone gotta feel the same

saucepan tuesdays

pandemonium

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