"What the fuck."
[Verse 1:]
Yo, I'm uninspired with stress piling, the world is trife
So I can't make you feel good like the first time you kiss a girl you like
A woman broke heart, I broke the next ten's
And I don't have room in my life for eleven best friends
But I never meant for it to happen like this
I never wanted a girl to have to contemplate slashing her wrist
If it were up to me, I'd give 'em all a consolation prize
Along with a handwritten apology but I'm filled with hate inside
And the truth is, I can only see it gettin' worse
Even though I poor my fuckin' heart out into every verse
Nobody's buyin' records these days, cause all the fans
Turned into internet rappers, and ?? DJ's
And my heat's been off for three days, cold as fuck
There's a new bill in every piece of mail I open up
How could I sober up, I could barely face it in this state
It's like my whole life is a fuckin' mistake
So I get shifaced and drink the pain away
Cause a buttered roll and some bowl of Ramen Noodles is all I ate today
I could take this razor blade in the bathtub and open up my veins
Or I could kill a mothafucker and end up shackled up in chains
When's it gonna change, I'm fuckin' broke and hate work
And my face hurts from walkin' around with this face smirk
So I'm doing drugs and smokin' weed again
And I'm not lookin' for a girlfriend, just a girl that wants to be my friend
And even then my trust issues are out of control
Cause the relationships I've been in fuckin' damaged my soul
And at this point, music's the only thing that I got left
So I don't write songs, I let them bleed out of my chest
Chorus:
This is love, nah nah this is life
This is love, nah man this is life
This is love, nah this is life
This is love, nah this is life
This is love, no this is life
This is love, nah nah this is life
This is love, no this is life
This is love, nah nah this is life
[Verse 2:]
7:23 A.M., knock at the door
A girl cryin' with her wrist cut, dropped to the floor
Like 'look at my arms, see I'm not okay'
I gave her a towel and a hug and sent her on her way
The blood got washed away, but the pain will probably never leave
And the scars on her wrist will make sure she always remembers me
Love is never free, and life is hard all the time
Your friends could be gone tomorrow, so I love all of mine
This is more than rhymes, it's a lesson, a warning
A good time at night could leave you depressed in the morning
The mess you're ignoring will pile up
Until you can't deal with it, even when you're high as fuck
Sometimes life can suck, so enjoy it while it lasts
And remember drugs and women will deplete your wallets fast
Our problems are vast, and everybody's got their share
I would give a fuck, but got none left to spare
[Chorus]
***HIDDEN TRACK @ 7:05*** - OEDIPUS
[Verse 1:]
Nobody's life is great, I've learned from my mistakes
And I choose my own adventure novel that I create
But I'm still learning as I go along
Holdin' on to my passion, been rappin' like ten years going strong
Through its ups and downs I've seen a lot of shit, believe me
From my whole crew rockin' on acid at CBGB
To my friends gettin' stabbed at shows
After those situations, it's amazing that I still act composed
But I rap and pose for pics, with fans and sign their tits
Cause they buy my shit, so how can I resist
And I'm not the one to roll up on a high horse
Too cool to talk to my fans, not old school or new school
A cool dude, tryin' to eat without a 9 to 5
Fillin' notebooks up since 1995
And I like the vibe I get when you throw your hands up
Better than the time I get if I were thrown in handcuffs, so
["Alright, alright, alright. Hey listen, listen, listen man. Listen man. The most philosophical of all times. But anyway, I don't believe in it. I think it's a bunch of bullshit."]
[Verse 2:]
Yo, I'm from a time when the radio would still play hype songs
So my duel cassette Sony used to piss off my mom, something awful
And I'm old enough to reminisce
But young enough to do some new shit, so remember this
Women are venomous, but men are sick
And life is a mothafucker, like canibus
Don't get it twisted, I don't rap to impress my fans
If I wasn't rapping, I'd be in a heavy metal band or playin' blues
Not for fame for dames and booze
It's hard to get on the right track with so many trains to choose
But playin' music is the path I choose to pave
And I'm doing what I love no matter if I'm broke or paid
I sit home for days writin' polished bottles off
And to me, recyclin' is throwin' mollatoffs
A young Bakowski and his bar fly days
Lookin' back like damn look how far I've came
["But I'll tell you this man. I'll tell you this. I don't know what's gonna happen man, but I want to have my kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames. Alright, alright."]
["Ah, euphoria. Youthfinstin <--(?) stabbed and shaven. Taught words, prompt up to die."]
