i prefer to keep to myself, and keep my mouth shut
kick it on the couch and gradually ******** my life up
but i'll gladly go outside and try to ******** yours up too
my friends all hate me, mom too, but what's new?
i'm 23 now, and look what i've done
indulged in s**t loads of drugs, and shot a couple of guns
used to do a lot of stupid s**t just to have fun
and people wonder why i always feel like karma's gonna come
i've always been insane, i'm diggin for help
maintainin' my mainframe, by boozing myself
i'm losin' my head, but i'm hopin' to sell
every single record i produce, before i'm goin to hell
i'm makin no progress, i wanna rebel
i wanna drain all my thoughts and, i wanna reveal
all the good that's inside, but that's not ringin' a bell
not a lot that i've learned, got no story to tell.
yo, caught enough of the intake
making no moves, still workin on a mixtape
this gotta be the fifth take, not happy with the last track
wanna give up, gotta drag myself past that.
i can't give in, i can't let go
i'm better now than i've ever been, and i'm about to blow
had the knowledge to grow, and the guidance to look past s**t
still immature, and still actin like a b*****d
(not really a battle rap though just threw this s**t together tonight, if anyone's down to battle though i'll happily oblige ; here's the beat i used for the song in case
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i6m0Ris-RI )