Staring at the Stars

[Intro] Yea yea, yea yea Yo yea yea yea-o yo yo Yo ya, yea yo, yea yo [Verse 1] You say it's my fucked up tooth I say it's my fucked up youth Little boy in his home stuck in a cocoon Writing raps before his head go boom Ran away from the drug abuse No duck, duck, goose O lord who cut him loose Now why all my holes in two Anything less? Goddamn figures Smoke too much? Need an inhaler Mapped like a motherfucking goddamn sailor Most of the industry Palin, Sarah (Sarah Palin) Dumbass motherfuckers Abusing power Yes, men around ya All ya hopped off too much powder I'ma go from Matt Lauer to Jack Bower In a half hour Put you in a chokehold Not the bullshit you could tap out of Get louder Boom boom, pap pap, take that coward That's what happened to people like you History repeats itself and well You know thats true shit You don't get me? I don't get you Fuck your blog My mom thinks I'm special Buy a ticket for that train of thought With your so called friends Pretending to respect you Neglect you, trying to annorect you Hand you a noose, and tie it in a pretzel With no one to catch you They kick the fucking chair Well I don't fucking care (?) Cause this will infect you (?) [Hook] Take me down Take me under Lay the fill Over this wonder Let's set sail On the ropes now Where do we go now? x2 I've been staring at the stars for too long, for too long Now I've been staring at the stars for too long, for too long, yeah [Verse 2] I'm making it hard to breathe they need a respirator I bet you to the type to stand still on the escalator Long days, but miss sight, when you rhyme tight and decide to chase the paper Lonely nights when my songs right, but real shit, fuck life I'll chase that later Slow down when I'm dead Fell of my bike, revel in the pain Got back up, jumped on the edge Then whipped the grindin' on the fence with pegs 360 to a bunny hop, now it's 360 Cause the bunnies hop on my dick in-stead Don't tell me it's raining then piss on my leg Why you complaining? Your shit doing rad You never had patience so you in the red The shit that I'm saying I've already said So I will relay it before you are dead? Get this through your head This my real voice, (clears throat) You just mad you ain't got one Always had drive, but I used to ride shotgun Now I'm in the driver's seat This ain't a game of hide and seek, I like Pornography, typography I now know what's my Odyssey, and no motherfucker is hot as me Yea, blemish shit don't bother me I won't pick up stop calling me This runs through my veins and my arteries Every verse is a bio, ain't hard to read [Hook]