I'm so done with this shit
Just look up to the darkened sky
And slit these pale wrists
Like what is even up with this kid
Is he just fidgetin quittin waitin to stick his dick in
This bitch of a rap game
Beginning to think I've gone completely insane
But what does it matter when you've got stress on your brain
No dame no fame
I really have no reason to complain
Other than sayin I'm plain
But it's time to get high and leave this lame plain of existence
Covered in mental stitches
Where I've been fucked over by these stupid bitches
Til I get 3 trucks impale them through the hitches
Drag they bodies to ditches
Go spend a week in Venice
No that won't even diminish
These dark thoughts that begin to pillage
And envelope my entire image
Why me lord? Why me?
Can't you see that I'm loathing the fact my life is so easy
Everything has become a breeze to me
But that's how shit is when you've got loads of money
If I can't be happy then why should they be
Allowed to be filled with glee
Oh can't you see?
credits
from Mental Intrusions,
released October 8, 2014
Special thanks to randomblackdude (Earl Sweatshirt) for the beat