Fear and Loathing

Ugh Doing pretty good Doing pretty good Guess I'm doing pretty good for a Marietta kid Doing pretty good Doing pretty good for a Doing pretty good Guess I'm doing pretty good for a Marietta kid (Verse 1) Ugh, say my music’s too dark Really I’m like just fuck A&R’s Make a pop song, I could pop up the charts Thanks but no thanks, rather follow my heart Id rather do what I was destined to do I never played any hand I was dealt, instead through out the cards This line that I walk’s not a walk in the park Words all I got, I excelled in language arts Then I dropped my mixtape, shit sounded like an album A couple hundred thousand, downloads and counting Meanwhile I’m back in Marietta feeling down some Almost like I’m numb to success guess the Valium Is pumping through my veins and it’s mixed with an ounce and They saying I should change, but reasons I ain’t found none Back at it with all of my bad habits And it’s almost black magic how I body a beat send in a casket (Verse 2) Grass is always greener on the other side When I make it there, ima roll that grass to get high How I rationalize mines, I adapt to survive Shoot the duce to the sky, I’ve been catching some vibes On a fast track say I’m frat rap cause I’m white? (what?) More like G Rap if he was mixed with some Tribe Not to mention Method Man I make a mess of my lines And plus a little Big Pun minus puns in my rhymes cause… You can save the jokes for the comedians Ain’t nothing funny round here, the sinsemilla Got me zoning out blending in like a chameleon I’m higher than a ceiling fan, oh now these chicks feeling him Swallow what they feeding ya, questioning the media Someone tell XXL don’t fuck with Mediums Emcees blowing hot air like its helium Ain’t even in my fucking lane like a median So now I listen to you rappers Got me questioning they passion All they do is rap about clothes, like its fashion All they do is rap about clubs, like the Masters Search for inspiration in a sea of imitation Music’s feeling stagnant ima bring back innovation I’m trying to clear my head not just chasing a paycheck Loosing my mind and not to mention my patience (Verse 3) Now it’s back to square one Mind running in circles In the back of this tour van That’s where it comes from I’m just trying not to hurt you 6 missed calls from 6 broads And leaving 6 voicemails and they all sounding pissed off Mounting on my conscience like a mountain this tall Honestly, I’m astounded that I lasted this long I don’t know the rules to being single That just leads to over thinking In return burns and that leads to over drinking I trying my hardest to harness my heart it keeps sinking And running from my feelings makes it hard for them to sink in No exceptions I deal with expression I just write it all down, chips fall where they may Then God sort them out And that what’s separates me and you At least I know when I’m being used Fucking puppet’s are nothing Its kind of Fucking disgusting, can’t even think for yourself can’t even function With somebody else’s hand in your back id rather rap on percussion I’ve grown accustom to cussing I got these labels discussing That if I toned it down they would go and double the budget But im like fuck it, I ain’t bluffing or budging Man this is me