It’s lonely at the top so I’m enjoying the bottom
Trying to find my way in a world that’s rotten
Heart full of sorrow head and full of words just another head case who’s fully disturbed pounding the pavements I’m hitting the curb trying too find the good life in a world so absurd.
All I got are my words
All you got are your turds
Sometimes I find myself just stuck in a verse like I’m a car that’s stuck in reverse trying hard to find the lesson every bless is a curse.
He sees me through it though Everytime through each one of his rhymes I’m lucky to find a head that’s as fucked up as mine I find comfort in his words guess we’re just two souls who are totally perverse but can you figure out one question which one is worse?
Women are evil but are they more evil than men all I need are words on paper, just a lil ink in my pen.
But I need that olanzapine cause my supposed partners so mean all he does is fucking smoke weed
And goes into fits of jealousy doesn’t want anyone talking to me it’s like Sometimes I’m a prisoner in my own house he’s the cat & I’m the mouse I should leave his ass for some other dude but the only one I want is stuck on fucking YouTube or fuxk knows where shady you there good old broken shadow fucked if I know.
Life’s like a sick twisted game that keeps driving me insane. Screaming when do I get there when I’m rocking in a rocking chair grey hair n lots of grandkids sorry fuck now I’m just dribbling shit.
What do you think of my words are they as good as yours
Am I good enough to join the cause or are you guna tell me I have too many flaws I just want all you bitches to stand up and applaud haha oh god.
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