[Intro: Shawshank Redemption}
Hope is a good thing.... Maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies. I'll be hoping that this letter finds you and finds you well. Your friend....
Johnny
[Verse 1]
Sleeping on a bed of nails
Worried about these record sales
Always thought I was heaven sent
Guess I never checked the mail
You know I always kept it real
Took my heart, left was steal
Fed up with these dark nights
Like I was friends with Christian Bale
But I bailed out on my consciousness
Doing things opposite
Of how I ought to live, promises
Broke like boxers ribs
Now I'm hopin that my weakness calls it quits
They callin with a blocked number, private phone,anonymous
To tell me that I'm not the sh**
Like I ain't already done check the memo
Sick of saying sorry, writing texts that end in "xo
Now I'm yelling out
Yelling out, but hear no echoes
Your legs like my mouth, better kept closed
I need some Pepto uh, Bismol in this b**h
Cause' my life is about to get abysmal and it's sick
Pop some pills, like missiles, a fistfull of em' quick
Numb to it finally
Funny how you gotta' run blind to see
Chorus:
When you're flying high there's turbulence
Food for thought, that's some motherf**in' nourishment
Pop pop pop, poppin' these Percocets
Dug the whole that I'm buried in, I'm buried in
Bridge:
Go, go, go, go, go, go away with it
Go, go, go, go ,go, go away with it
Verse 2:
I guess I finally know my vices
Life's a drive
But I still don't have my liscence
Tryna' hide
Fears inside, cause' outside is
Cold as ice, in our climate, we divided
Yup, we divided
So don't be ga**ing me up
Like I be riding in a hybrid
And I'm always ashing a blunt
Tell me upfront, not in silence
Yeah, you sugar coat it twice, call that Captain Crunch inspired
And I'm good with all this hype, cause I be rapping till' I'm dying
But dying inside is no way to live your days, live your days
Tryna' hold on tight, don't let it slip away, slip away
Easy to make habits once you make mistakes, make mistakes
My heavy heart won't manage as paper weight, paper weight
And I'm eatin' a happy meal
Mm, bumpin' a happy song
Doesn't mean I'm happy, any event I laugh along
And I'm not laughing cause' I'm okay
Only cause I think it's funny
Gla** half full, but oh wait
What I'm drinking is disgusting, trust me