What To Do (Vented 2) *Don't Worry This One's Shorter*
Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 12:05 pm
Broken down, my world it constitutes of pain
got no respect, no money, alot of disputes with dames
why sell myself to a game, what do prostitutes gain
had a girl, thought I loved her, I lost it thru shame
never took her out, but dude gotta provide for her
she don't consider the hours I worked, I'm too sure...
that pride is to blame, cuz after work I'd bring the fight to her
shit seemed to go off right on time, just like new years
we'd argue, I say you don't even try to take into consideration
the inner angst and, the anger that you bring with the plate (then)
you gotta say I ain't shit, I PUT MONEY ON YOUR RIDE, u flipped the statement
say I ain't been helping you, well fuck it, let me get away then
took a walk for hours, reminising of life with your bitter taste
lit up a cig, then let my whole image get to me, then lift away
try to apologize then you respond by sayin' JUST GET AWAY
till I leave the room, grab the notebook let it all hit the page
pour my soul into a 16, but no one ever gets to see what's in me
by the sound of my voice, I'm thinkin' that no one can fuck with me
sure I lack drive, why wouldn't I, when everythin' seems dumb to me
then I think about every other girl that claim they wanted me
I wasn't stupid enough to run off with a dumb broad I knew what RELATIONSHIP means
but how can I relate to you when the man you keep, has you hatin' his dreams
crack open the bottle, shit don't make me feel better, but it helps
how you goin' to hate on me, when I'm the one goin' through fuckin' hell
I guess it's the way I portray it, drunken thats why everythin' becomes unfelt
what am I going to do next....well.....only time is gonna tell
got no respect, no money, alot of disputes with dames
why sell myself to a game, what do prostitutes gain
had a girl, thought I loved her, I lost it thru shame
never took her out, but dude gotta provide for her
she don't consider the hours I worked, I'm too sure...
that pride is to blame, cuz after work I'd bring the fight to her
shit seemed to go off right on time, just like new years
we'd argue, I say you don't even try to take into consideration
the inner angst and, the anger that you bring with the plate (then)
you gotta say I ain't shit, I PUT MONEY ON YOUR RIDE, u flipped the statement
say I ain't been helping you, well fuck it, let me get away then
took a walk for hours, reminising of life with your bitter taste
lit up a cig, then let my whole image get to me, then lift away
try to apologize then you respond by sayin' JUST GET AWAY
till I leave the room, grab the notebook let it all hit the page
pour my soul into a 16, but no one ever gets to see what's in me
by the sound of my voice, I'm thinkin' that no one can fuck with me
sure I lack drive, why wouldn't I, when everythin' seems dumb to me
then I think about every other girl that claim they wanted me
I wasn't stupid enough to run off with a dumb broad I knew what RELATIONSHIP means
but how can I relate to you when the man you keep, has you hatin' his dreams
crack open the bottle, shit don't make me feel better, but it helps
how you goin' to hate on me, when I'm the one goin' through fuckin' hell
I guess it's the way I portray it, drunken thats why everythin' becomes unfelt
what am I going to do next....well.....only time is gonna tell