yooo

cant sleep...
myself i wanna punch
i feel empty
like a kitkat bar without a crunch
insides vacant
used to feel good but now i cant
even fake it
smoke rises as i take hits
i'm not a man
i'm not a threat
whenever it comes time to step up
i gotta jet
girlies wanna rub my head
no i'm not a pet
give me sweet love, french kisses
not a pec
i'm still under the bar - i bang out alotta sets
got alotta questions but the answers nada yet
...dont look me in the eyes and tell lies
i've heard it all
i don't got that much to offer you
my word is all
my heart too
but most often that just turns to shark food
so i usually pull back when i start to
fall, i do it too much
bawl i do it too much
every single day i'm at the wall with a new dutch
swingin at the enemy, marijuana cocaine
it's not even worth the numb, still feel the full pain
brain so far from still
run laps in the night unless i gargle a pill