LONELY BOY E

The unfortunate person who gets started in this finds himself getting into an ever increasing abyss For he starts out with the idea, -I'll have a kick or a high And that it'll be nothing Open up the booklet Looking like a hood kid Even though I ain't Mama said, -You did good, slick Good kid in a mad city spitting good shit Sitting in the forest while you listen to the wood split Voices talking in my head, make me broken Choking, bro, you gotta be joking Hoping maybe one day he'll do dope shit posted In the trap house with the roaches No shit, we can see it coming from the ocean No fins, and I don't swim, feel like Token Hoes grin When they see me come out in the open No end, to the bullshit I go in Blowing wind got me floating in They all love my shit They just don't know it Heartbroken, I don't even know why since I got all these sins Running up my wrist You can suck my I don't cum that quick If she ain't no freak, then she ain't my bitch It would make my week if I made that stick I would say I'd leave, but we all know It ain't true This ain't news You can't win I can't lose You can't wait I can too I can do Everything you can't do Bitch, that's too fucking bad Watch me leave just like my dad Burn these trees when I light this match And I smoke more weed till my life detach I'd rather jump in a cage with a lion Than talk to a pussy like you for a minute Look at my eyes, you can see that I'm flying Look at your squad, there is nobody in it Feelin' the blood on my lips, I don't panic Clock on the wall, but I'm losing the time Bass in your face, making you look dramatic Talk is so cheap, I am here for a dime Been in the dark for a bit, and I won it I ain't got time for these games, and I mean it You want a war, little bitch, I've begun it Diggin' a grave, and you better be in it Walking on water But I can feel how I'm reaching the bottom Blood on my hands, and I look at the slaughter All of your blessings, you know that I shot 'em Я иду гулять по краю, как в лес для самоубийц Мне похуй, какой ты фраер, отсюда нам не свалить Время хочет взять на таймер, но я выбираю жить You know where we're gonna drive So you better call the police Police, police, police Police, police, police I think too many teenagers traded in their idealism for a stick of weed But I see some teenagers acting superior to those of us who don't need drugs to feel good or understand ourselves I get real bugged