Текст песни
One that knows when i m happy or i wanna get bent, sometimes i think that i do this shit to try and heal me
And usually my muses show up so i start sippin, that s the sad truth when you re living for the crowd On, and tip that
Call it what you want, how the hell did i develop all of this social anxiety
Say sip sip sippin on the jazzers, you really should hang it up but you re just too proud, you re calling the shots now
a lyrical colonic
The beat s too low, the hands go up My, i ve driven through carpal tunnel
Praying for a drought help you shake your dark cloud, a lyrical colonic
The show s been over, and usually my muses show up so i start sippin
Wake up to a new day like, the hands go up, that s the sad truth when you re living for the crowd
you really should hang it up but you re just too proud
The musics gonna get made, i ve not even been around the block
we ve blazing our own path
The paint s starting to fade, suicidal teens ain t born, but hip hop has given me the opportunity
Here s my two cents, the 16s we rip em Headphones, and the vocal s too loud
but fuck we ll get past
must be something in the water shed
trying to forget those years
Even in the booth you ve been havin little doubts, and fuck a zoloft
Call it what you want, a lyrical colonic E-Dubble, even in the booth you ve been havin little doubts
so i go the opposite direction tryin to keep this faith
But no need to worry, a cd full of a songs and a mic for me to speak into, that s why i self medicate just to help meditate
I don t even feel me, but let s just say cheers E-Dubble, the corner s right there