spazzin still

Beat Produced by FYKSEN

everybody needs emotional support
but strangers, really feels like they just throw us overboard
and there in no report on our death 
there's nothing left 
but our own accord of the mess that we left
it really feels like there is nothing that is so important
that'd you'd rather be in bundles while we're cold and sore
you be holding warm blankets up to the fire
I just say no more spanking, that's what I desire
there will be no more thanking the day that I retire
no one realizing I am the one who's really getting higher
I be puffing while I'm flying through the open space of time
like the Mayans, I'm just trying to figure out what life is
do you really think that you can tell me where the mic is?
do you really think I give a shit about what you say?
do you really think that you can get me far as bike did?
I ride my shit from San Diego all the way to LA
just to feel a bit of something that's the message I live
cause I'm really feeling nothing I'm just wasting away
just to feel a bit of something wonder what would I give
cause the feeling of assumption tells me I should be great
grateful for this, grateful for that
grateful for friends, and I'm  grateful for rap
without this on my back think I'd retrace my steps
think I'd try to reverse of I'm aiming for death
Selfish
I don't give a shit what anybody else is
I'm selfish
I don't give a damn what anybody else is
been a long wait doing everybody else's
been a long day and nobody even helping
so now I'm just selfish
ain't nobody ever holding my hand
palms are sweaty from the nerves that keep on running away
ain't nobody ever told me I can
I just try to keep my head above the message of hate
keep a message of faith and tuck it under my belt
when a lesson awaits I'll whip it out for some help
cause no one reaching for me when I be grabbing above
it's often easy to please but never happens enough
I see a lot of people smiling when they're walking the street
so why is everybody frowning when they're talking to me
I swear I'm not the one that's awful and be awkward to meet
but guess I am the one that's barking at tress
ah geez
I really though I was a pleasant presence
but it's all inside my head I'm just a lesser peasant
don't nobody wanna mess with me I'm never getting better
think I'll be inside this mess I'm betting forever

Everybody Else (pro. FYKSEN)

where we at?

smirkin

my latest beats sound like they was released in 2003

2003

this man was shot in the face and still raps this well

woah !

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