An Underground Hip Hop Artist.
Lyrics
Hook:
I think alot, I drink alot
I don't know what is real and what is not
I think I'm not, what I thought I was
aa-aa-aa-aan it's all because
I'm sorry that I can't introduce myself to ya'll
cause I don't even know myself at all
So it's difficult, very difficult
Da da da da da da, da da da dome dome
I had a bad week but I hate those days when I contemplate
how I'll split ya eyelid open with a fuckin Gillete razor blade
Woops, Dre, was that you confusing me for the bleached blonde?
Well fuck you and your labels and whichever one your each on
I'm broke from holidays so I'm bitter as fuck an
no more money for prostitutes so I asked your sister to suck than(oh no!)
It didn't matter(madder), there right after
I decided that I like the cushion when their fatter(that's weird)
I don't like to brag about the shit that I've done
I just like to brag about the shit that I haven't even begun(where do I start)
and I'll benefit, then diminish it
check it again, redo it again then don't finish it(finish shit)
