Let's talk about it, got a issue
Maybe we should talk about it
Can't ignore it
Man, I can't walk around it
Grab a drink with me at a bar that's not too crowded
Got a issue, no I don't, I got 2000
No I don't, I got 360
Think about my god damned life while I'm walking in a circle
Chugging some whiskey
Life is just another circle, friends and lovers that'll hurt you
Pain, agony, stress and d**h and a bunch of good feelings
In a rut about commercials, stories with a twist
You're for a young bliss
It's the circle of our lives
You're got young people feeling like they're 30 when they're five
And old people that are in their forties feeling six
I'm nice. Whoo!
Recently I'm hearing lots of people try to say that I am undeserving of the f**ing accolades I'm getting
So I tell these stupid motherf**ers if they do not like it, sorry baby, just don't listen
That's life!
And life is beautiful. And that there is the truest story
I don't understand suicide, I could never k** myself
Eventually my stress will do that for me
So f** y'all
Knuckle up and brawl
Drank a little Jameson, got drunker by the bar
Now it's numbing up my jaw, I'm untucking my gun and just f**in busting at you all
Basic pumping and dumping, the truth underneath it all there's a victim
And the person that can fix it is standing where the mirror is
When I die wrap me up in gold leaves and
And bury my body underneath a pyramid
I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets
Well maybe in the next life I'll get it right
Maybe in the next life I'll get it right
Caught up in a circle
Let's talk about it, got a issue
Maybe we should talk about it
Can't ignore it
Man, I can't walk around it
Grab a drink with me at a bar that's not too crowded
Got a issue, no I don't, I got 2000
No I don't, I got 360
Pain to me is a bunch of wack motherf**ers coming to get me
Can you imagine?
Back in the days if a wack motherf**er started rapping
You would snatch that mic from his god damned hand
Take one step back and smack him
Nowadays there's no pa**ion
Everybody trying to cash in, j**ellery flashing
They walk around showing off the newest fashion
All we care about is who has the truest pa**ion though
Shogun a**a**in, break baseball bats over my head like I'm Bo f**ing Jackson
Thirty for thirty, Mac Lethal k**ed everything
Hard nose like the narcos down in Medellín
Is every single rapper a thug?
If you ain't rapping about money, cars or b**hes then it has to be d**
Maybe you could tell us all a story about your life
Or maybe talk about a couple things you actually love
I mean, sh**. It used to be a thing of beauty rapping a rhythm
And now the artists that are practically ripping up anything that's popular
And don't imagine the difference
This is exactly a symptom of f**ing capitalism
And I'm not mad at the system, and I'm not throwin' jabs and I'm not dissin'
Cause it's just music, it ain't war, it ain't a maximum prison
But I'm just saying motherf**ers when I'm rapping and spitting if I just do not do it fast less than half of you listen
I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets
I wish there was a bu*ton that I could press to erase my bad memories of my regrets
Well maybe in the next life I'll get it right
Maybe in the next life I'll get it right
Caught up in a circle