Trying to get fucked up but I can never get there
trying to use the truth but i can but i can't sit and fucking stare
always sitting ready cause no time to prepare
you’ll never get the love cause i don’t even fucking care
smoking till my lungs are bare
always working on my high
no more lies no replies my red eyes is my disguise
from real life real high i’m real fucking guy
when smoking purp, I ain’t a jerk
and smoking work i’m a flirt
and smoking dirt i’m going to mother fucking hurt
the herb is my curse thc is dispersed in my memory cells
this vision is hell
from hearing my mom mother fucking yell
now i’m just going to have to show you how
to get fucked up
yes to get fucked up
to get fucked up now every bodies fucked up yeah!
looking to get fucked up real fucked up fucked up till i don’t give a fuck
looking to get fucked up real fucked up fucked up till we all don’t give a fuck
just another day another block another bitch i want to fuck
ill roll the dice if i feel a little luck
maybe its the cunt either way i smoke a blunt
this shits got me feeling like i’m on the fucking run
with i’m drinking on a Heineken later swinggin’ rum this shits going my heart beating like a fucking drum the downiest bitch you’ll meet in life she’s down to swallow cum and it don’t even matter where the fuck its coming from
got the LA chronic and its filling up my lungs
cause a party ain’t a party till your till your fucking using drugs
wanna sweep all your baggage under the rug but i see through your lies
and i despise any living mother fucker who fronts on his rise to the top
could turn into a twat at the sound of a gun shot
taking all your doe i think i should but i wont stop yo
... i think should but i wont stop
chorus
drunk and taking another sip never gunna slip checking my grip strong and in my vision blurred mean mugging ain’t saying a word easy to flip and ball up my fist ready to feel fuck getting killed and living in my last days every time i wake up i’m constantly fucked and out of control wanna let go losing though at all the wrong times walking and sniffing these lines ignoring passing the signs and gunna be getting mine from lifeless hands fuck being a man i get what i can and don’t give a fuck if you understand why i do the things i do struggling life and fuck you you don’t have a clue go ahead and get fucked in my shoes i’m always gunna lose with nothing to prove the murder soothes everyone of my nightmares and dead homies tears fuck the path the fear cause i don’t even want to hear except for screaming and death as you take your last breath and cry just like the rest for ever fucked and in a mess surrounded by emptiness veins are full of stress nothing more and nothing less diggin’ these words from out of my chest i wanna be high till i die deep inside where i lie with no reason why and still feel that i tried while i’m ..............
credits
from Chalk Outline,
released October 16, 2015
written by TONE$$ICK aka Anthony Martinez, OVA2
aka Meelo Serrano, & Carlos Padilla ( KID KUSH )
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