lyrics:

holding a grudge
i can’t forfeit to bid you
good luck, but life’s tough
this mistrust will forbid you
i’m sick of you fucks
and i’ll never forgive you
get stuck, it’s a rush
the shit i did is official
here is a fistful of signals
bitch, wishing you well
and words sizzle like flames
the pains simple as hell
shit, i still sit & dwell
about her eyes blue crystal
5’2 bitch who mystified my temple
dimples hide behind her mental
state of mind dissembled
i dreamt of a new life
but realized my new potential
fed up with the gripes
the lights had heightened
with two red bull’s down my pipe
i’m still resentful
towards the nights still uneventful
but i still write without a pencil
to ignite something less gentle
sensual as i bite a chunk of cud
i’m out the mud hoe
my mind is dirty as your love
never could trust a hoe
bust a nut
& paint her face with my cum like a juggalo
the rush implodes
make a rude bitch croon like cudis flow
cut it, i colored my brand new vision with another tone
just a fucking smidgeon to glisten
bitch you must get stoned like Dylan
here’s a new condition
given the brush i hold
consist of the images
scripted like a puppet show
father time aligns my anxieties
and i hit the mother load
with prescriptions, you must’ve known
barely sleep & it fucking shows
you ain’t heard like a buffalo
what i observe, it must oppose
all the woes that i stumble fo
all the hoes, it ain’t nothing tho
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho


And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you
days bruised



letters to the runts & the crew
tell em i never knew love like the truth
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues
days bruised


im in a war with myself, my minds warped
is my health so unwell?
i’m divorced from reality
people all stare at me
bear to be normal
i carry these morsels of notions that force all this tension
i sense it, i bend it, i vent it, i’m tempted to end it
and now i’ve got remnants of memories trenchant
my mental extends through this penmanship
never forget you bitch
i do not know if i lust you or if i resent you bitch
maybe it’s both
while i savor the moments
jaded, debated my framework i know it
this game that they plays like aerobics
just shameless, i’m phobic of days where i’m hopeless
no choice, i’ve avoided the world
as i grow into places, remote
and this boredom has taken its toll like a poison





And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you
days bruised



letters to the runts & the crew
tell em i never knew love like the truth
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues