Sitting Upside Down E

Speak up, bitch. Nobody's listening to you. Whatever happens to those musicians that just fall Off, fall off, fall off. Fall off the track and never find their way Back. Turn upside down, that's why I'm never gonna Lack the skills that you need to succeed in This industry with minuscule amounts of guarantee You're giving me. Lost motivation, never limiting, Lividity sits inside of me, slip and slide and Spin. We are from another galaxy, a place you'll Never travel to. Wind it up real tight so You'll never unravel through the places I invade. Me and you will never trade 'cause you got Nothing to offer in motherfucking A-grade. I stay paid, I stay laid by the beautiful Flowers. Radiation left me with these unusual Powers. It's like I was magnetized to bullshit and The lies come as no surprise. Open demise. Skilled enough to sever through Something as sentimental to never guarantee that I'll gladly be gentle, too. Whatever happens to... The bitches, the nobodies who thought that they were So goddy and now so that they step to The places that we rest. Took the test, now they're diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress. Whatever happens to... The bitches, the nobodies who thought that they were So goddy and now so that they step to The places that we rest. Took the test, now they're diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress. Think before you act out 'cause every time bitches Get smacked out, I never make exceptions. No second-guessing when I'm tempted. I have no control of the rage that takes Over when I play, and it's not about the Age. I'ma be like this forever. Bitch, you can take me or leave me. Believe your head will get severed. There's no way you can achieve the goals that You be setting. You're the one that they forgetting. Constantly continue sweating. Nobody attends your wedding 'cause you don't know How to party and you're uninteresting. The fact that you're pathetic is the problem I'm Addressing. Blessing all the bitches, write the Rhythms and the riches. Coming slowly but surely and I send them out With ribbons. Living life lonely but lavish. Nobody is ever gonna loan me my fucking habits. Had it, lost it, left me exhausted, And there's no amount of money that could cover What it costed. Whatever happens To... The bitches, the nobodies who thought that They were so goddy and now so that they Step to the places that we rest. Took the test, now they're diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress. Whatever happens to... The bitches, the nobodies who thought that they were So goddy and now so that they step to The places that we rest. Took the test, now they're diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress. Whatever happens The bitches, the nobodies who thought that they were So goddy and now so that they step to The places that we rest. Took the test, now they're diagnosed with Post-traumatic stress. Diagnosed with post-traumatic stress. Bitch.