Don't Make Me
Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 1:41 pm
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Very few sick as me, spittin' out blood from liquored dreams
sweet nectar mixed with nicotine, dusted, tryna fix the scheme
my regimant is repetitive, lift weight on a sixteen spittin'
please, we view the world differently, based on imagery..
what we seen is figures creep, backdoor knockin' kickin' feet
in the air for the moment, smoke clears and the windows been open
someone keeps stealin' my shit, I guess they needed the focus
I'm quick to speak to silence, cuz the shadows seem so vibrant
insanity at it's finest, wanted to be alone till shorty I aligned with
now I'm pissed off daily, till everything I see is a pale me
so hell follows what comes out the horses mouth, and with fraility
all that courses out consumes me, subdues me, there goes buu-tee
dancin' in the corner, singing of better days like she knew me
sadly I become unfocused, dudes tell me I got skill, when the door opens
the close it, saying we ain't got time for that so I'm feeling hopeless
see I think I'm falling for the other side, before it was underlined
and that's the only person I could really seem to be comforted by..
maybe I'm just losin' it, or maybe I'm fallin' into self abusiveness
whatever the deal is, I try to be elusive with my own elusiveness
I show what clueless is till I get back in the zone, back at home
all I hear is cries, my facts can't cope, I grab a glass and go
to a different state of mind till these headphones can't grasp the flow
while you grabbin' bowls, all I think about is how I can't console
everyone I ever come in contact with, it's a disease I contracted
and every second on the clock just seems to run backwards
I guess I'm stuck in better times, wherever thats been applied
I find resistance in the morning, I don't want to get up get a life?
how can I? when my work has a set of ties where I can't let decide
how they want to do things, see I just need a moment to get it right
and when I do maybe I'll come back and just react with a better vibe...
...uhhhh
Very few sick as me, spittin' out blood from liquored dreams
sweet nectar mixed with nicotine, dusted, tryna fix the scheme
my regimant is repetitive, lift weight on a sixteen spittin'
please, we view the world differently, based on imagery..
what we seen is figures creep, backdoor knockin' kickin' feet
in the air for the moment, smoke clears and the windows been open
someone keeps stealin' my shit, I guess they needed the focus
I'm quick to speak to silence, cuz the shadows seem so vibrant
insanity at it's finest, wanted to be alone till shorty I aligned with
now I'm pissed off daily, till everything I see is a pale me
so hell follows what comes out the horses mouth, and with fraility
all that courses out consumes me, subdues me, there goes buu-tee
dancin' in the corner, singing of better days like she knew me
sadly I become unfocused, dudes tell me I got skill, when the door opens
the close it, saying we ain't got time for that so I'm feeling hopeless
see I think I'm falling for the other side, before it was underlined
and that's the only person I could really seem to be comforted by..
maybe I'm just losin' it, or maybe I'm fallin' into self abusiveness
whatever the deal is, I try to be elusive with my own elusiveness
I show what clueless is till I get back in the zone, back at home
all I hear is cries, my facts can't cope, I grab a glass and go
to a different state of mind till these headphones can't grasp the flow
while you grabbin' bowls, all I think about is how I can't console
everyone I ever come in contact with, it's a disease I contracted
and every second on the clock just seems to run backwards
I guess I'm stuck in better times, wherever thats been applied
I find resistance in the morning, I don't want to get up get a life?
how can I? when my work has a set of ties where I can't let decide
how they want to do things, see I just need a moment to get it right
and when I do maybe I'll come back and just react with a better vibe...
...uhhhh