Lyrics
[Chorus] x2
I'm on my grind baby I aint wastin' mine,
the music is my product, caught up? I won't wait in line,
and it's tick tick, I'm runnin' out of time
there's no stop on my sign in this HomiSuicidal Mind
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[Verse 1]
They say "what you waitin' for? Go threw the patients door,"
livid like I hate the lord, really I just hate the course,
I'm sick of all this, faded receipts in my wallet,
fallin' on hard times, mind feelin' like Jesus callin',
crawlin'... space, case... at work, need a paid break,
hopin' my pains faint, put this peace in my main vein,
I'm layin' drained, my bodys got me caned,
or on crutches, f*** it, pissin' me off and I been potty trained,
paint my words, cursed, now what's this portrait sayin'?
never say my lyrics average & the chorus plain,
I'll go insane, and put you back where your Dad came,
crack the egg, that's my brain on drugs livin' in the fast lane
{vrroooom} goes the new whip, picked it out like toothpicks,
my head is like the car it's about to go roofless,
I'm losin', my mind, sometimes it's hard to find,
like patience when your waitin' at the DMV in the farthest line
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 2]
Jackpot, scratch your neck this is crack rock,
I'm back in this b*** I cut the padlocks,
mascots is what you are and you can clap, taunt,
a whip in my back lot, your whips got your ass hot,
HA, motherf*** ers wanna lose me dead,
so they can throw dirt on me & say they knew me best,
lets be casual it's a party hardly need a suit or dress,
spill your beer on my chest, heck just leave the mess,
I'm goin' to the dirt bed anyway, so gimme Hennesy
no food on my dinner plate, stood up for a dinner date,
playin' mind games I hate the fact that I'm hurt again,
the flirtin' ends, tellin' everyone that "we're just friends"
content I'm not it's killin' me inside, I'm implodin',
so I rhyme and I'm flowin' but I can't hide this emotion,
it's potent and it varies, it carries with along the week,
it's deep meanwhile I've gotta smile - tongue and cheek,
defeat is in my eyes, disguised it as best I could,
if I wasn't threw a suicide, kick the chair I guess I would,
and hang out like empty pockets, knock this I aint lyin',
envy don't tempt me when I gotta homisuicidal mind
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[Chorus] x2
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