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Gospel TherapySo let's get it startedBeen so fuckin' stupid Feels like I'm dyin' Been drinkin' them juices, oh Bitch, I know I get cocky When I'm drunk by myself Verbally execute me Swear it's good for my health I don't think smoking and breaking my shit Is bringing the happiness I used to get I piss off the lady, my day is a bust But I can't be normal, no, I won't adjust I'm feelin', I'm fadin', won't be separated My car and my keys never move, got so jaded I feel in my stomach, my karmas forthcoming I hate everyone, fuck the world 'cept my woman Ooh, fuck it, baby Let's get prehistoric in this shit, yeah Dumb fucks better move their shit 'Cause I'm comin' for the neck again (Okay, tame it down a bit) I took a break to escape the game But it's better when blessin' it (You fuckin' know it) Ya best know I'm a boss ass bitch I ain't rich but I sure ain't poor So next time that you see my face Just, ya know, fuckin' leave me alone I don't care anymore I want to nuke this planet I want to, I want to nuke this place I know I'll never win no fuckin' [?] Or things like that but I know I won't die [?] I make some cool ass shit motherfucker Fuck you |