Now I've been jaded and wasted Ill fated, forsaken The last 2 months of life have been so fucking complicated I'm sayin... I don't know if I can make it man... I'm sayin... I really fucking hate it My head is left to dread the road ahead and then descend now Because I'm forced to lay upon my messy made bed now I'm sayin... I'm being pulled apart it's ceaseless I'm sayin... And I cannot put back the pieces In true time and fashion I'm a bastard Timing bad or I'm just after Punishment that's fitting for all of my crimes of passion man I'm sayin... There's nothing that'll make it right I'm sayin... So here I am another night Of alcohol and pills Of messiness and spills Of my regret with all intent to overflow the fill I'm sayin... I'll feign alive for living's sake I'm Sayin... Unsure if I can catch a break Can I Catch a break again? Just another break again I bet if i had a break again Probably just break again Can I catch a break again? Will I catch a break again? I just want a break...

()For every tear I've drifted off to sleep with These last 2 months have been some kind of treatment And I thank my lucky stars I've had the love of everybody I've been pleased to meet, yeah() You see I've overloaded, overdosed on hope and dope, but more than most Just like my little bro had told, I took my foes to hold them close Been a host to feelings from Kentucky to the Golden Coast Does anybody know what that means? You see I've faced the facts And laced the tracks And I know who that space attracts The lames react by saying I'm an artifact, to say the max They say that they're the blu-ray, while I'm stuck being the betamax But they don't really know what that means Peace is for my piece of Eden Dreaming's needed if you sleep and Seeing green is easy speakin if your life is easy street Easy feats are lyrically achieved these days, I miss the times when lyrics were king So I'mma open shop and drop some knowledge Stop the top from acting childish Barbershop these lollipops and chop the tops of colored mops or Maybe I'll just island hop and hope the hip hop doesn't stop and I know that I'll make it ok. I'm ok... () Now I can thunder like a blunderbuss Hunger struck for fucking luck Not for nuts or fucking sluts Under me no succubus I succumb to love and lust And contradict my tongue a bunch Cuz sometimes I don't know what that means Dueces to the nuisance choosing losing when I'm feeling useless I refuse to use excuses for me or my lack of music bruises lose the blues when you decide to loosen up the noose And sometimes you can tell what that means I rely on whitened lies to try calm my wired nights Like war is not alive or nigh and I can rest my tired eyes Trying times are difficult to hide these days I wish the future wasn't so bleak So I intend to represent commend my friends that comprehend the wend And then dissent against normality and never blend again We prevent descent into the darkness and suspend the end And that's the only way I'm okay

Hook: sometimes I wanna change the world, at times I wanna watch it burn Sometimes I wanna change the world, at times I wanna watch it burn burn burn I'm full of regret Don't know how to de-stress Weakness, ceaseless and I regress Please let's get over the sequence Of feeling like a joke to everybody it's so seamless If I could harness from all of the darkness And the harmless, beaten from the carnage I'd beat the heartless so bloody till their carcasses Look like a Jackson Pollock and I'd be the artist I'm connected to all of the neglected The infected and also the dejected Those elected to be the ones ejected And those without a voice considered the unaccepted I feel I need Help in finding greener leaves Preconceived notions of some cleaner trees Meager means wrapped in this tobacco leaf Can probably make me better than I was if you follow me. (Hook) I know it's senseless Ignoring all my senses Consequences of it have left me restless Clean up my messes but they become relentless And then I focus on the wrong and I become defenseless Can't ever stumble Sift beyond the rubble As I tunnel through without a shovel Aching muscles, but I will never Fumble I'll never let em see me hurt, I'll never buckle. Its pretty strange How 2 months can just rearrange Make you deranged And make your closest ones estranged Every day, I play the game, I grow and change And try to keep a hold of myself so I don't float away I feel I need Help in finding greener leaves Preconceived notions of some cleaner trees Meager means wrapped in this tobacco leaf Can probably make me better than I was if you follow me. Hook x2

I don't talk stupid shit Not like moving bricks or How much loot I spent On my kicks I'd rather talk about the roads my shoes have been. (On) and on about the money drugs the women, booze n shit The only thing I'm spending racks on is my fucking bills and rent I feel content, but I need more money Story of my life, just like most every body Don't have many friends, and hardly got some buddies Man I gotta watch my back, cuz I'm not just anybody Space starin, straight swearin, in my mind I'm Ric Flairin, wheelin dealin kiss stealin sweeter than an eclair and I can never talk about the money and the Me-cLarens I mean McLarens sometimes rhymes are weird so please spare em. I may be broke for now and got my demons pokin out. Trying to provoke a joke like me to choke and tap out Everybody raps now Looking for some dap now But I'mma just go stupid on my beat so fuck your clout. Go Stupid. Go ham, go hard go stupid... I may be dope n shit Or broke and sick Might be hallucin-o-genic Illusions of some human music Cruisin for some hope or sin Focusin on openin the floodgates that I'm floatin in Soakin in my failures while my wins are Just some olden ship With wings that fly away trying to find a way To get over events that went down these last 60 days I don't believe in God so I can't even sit and pray Just hittin play upon this beat and make myself a better day I'll not succumb to greed or pride or beef or anything these rappers need I focus on emotions and being better for my seeds My deeds will pay me according to my humility But don't you get it twisted, I'll pummel yo ass if need be. Shit...I'm looking out for my own My close folks and family goddammit my home My money's started stackin homie so you better be warned You'll see me in the title picture With my hands on the gold Go Stupid. Go ham, go hard go stupid...