[Intro]
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So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well
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Well, first off
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[Verse 1]
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My only problem is death
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F*ck heaven, I ain't showing no religion respect
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Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret
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Talking to me is like a fucking body missing her neck
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But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off
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Life is a bitch and my cock's off the Glock's cock
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My hand's shriveled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red
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Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead
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[Hook]
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I told her I'm her worst nightmare
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This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fear
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My spirit floats around in the night air
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Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems
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[Verse 2]
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When I was younger, I would smile a lot
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I'm getting older, getting bolder but a wiser top
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Now I'm drunk driving, lap's full of the Budweiser tops
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Life is a movie and you're just a prop
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They begged me to stop but I listen like death drones
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Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some
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My father called me to tell me he loved me
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I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me
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I know again I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch me
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I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
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Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all
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I'm Ace, I'm parentless, I'm kinda arrogant
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Ignorant as fuck, defend people for the hell of it
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Because I am the devil, fucker get on my level
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Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
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My life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple
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[Hook]
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I told her I'm her worst nightmare
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This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fear
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My spirit floats around in the night air
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Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems
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[Interlude]
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Tyler, here's some water man
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You seem a little tense.. how is Thebe?
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[Verse 3]
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All because a nigga just don't give a fuck
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Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
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But fuck that, you're shitty parents, face it, suck it up
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That's what you shoulda did before that nigga bust, huh
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Feel like I missed my little brother growing up
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Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up
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But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up
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I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bro
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Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm Poe-in' up
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But I never had a drink, "Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!"
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My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
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I won't feel the feeling I be feeling when I'm sobered up
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But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that I'm
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As emotionally strained as Travis when he's.. (Tyler, calm down)
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Don't look at me, I'm 6'5" about to fucking cry
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About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
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I finally had a family
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Domo's in another state, where the fuck is Riley?
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Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
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But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me?
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Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
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One ear I got kids screaming "O.F. is the best"
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The other ear I got Tron Cat asking where the bullets and the bombs at
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So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
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They say that I'm shock value
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How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
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I haven't got around to telling my mom shit
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Cause I don't know how to.. (Whoa)
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All I want is her support, whenever the fight's at home
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When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
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Now she's really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrown
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And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all gone
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Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
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Then they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpack
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For the whole week full of plastic-wrapped black tees
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And deodorant like this house is my home
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I could live with the same hat
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And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack
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And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
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Where I skate with the same fucking friends at
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Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
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"Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"
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Email full of emails, I never write back
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Ain't kill myself yet, now I already want my life back
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[Hook] |