Apathy - Connecticut Casual lyrics

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Apathy - Connecticut Casual lyrics

[Hook: Anthony Kiedis] It's hard to believe it, there's nobody out there It's hard to believe that I'm all alone I don't ever want to fee like I did that day Take me to the place I love, take me all the way I don't ever want to fee like I did that day Take me to the place I love, take me all the way [Verse 1: Apathy] Around the time when Fresh Prince's show debuted And back when Nickelodeon had Double Dare and Hey Dude My mother's ex-man Neil drove a Honda Prelude Hung out with some bikers and he copped coke and quaaludes Gnarly on the Harley white people party hardy And keep me up at night so at school I'd be tardy Tag the desk with a sharpie, high on Ritalin, a zombie (how high?) Higher than Blondie, a f**ing Kamikaze Sometimes I feel like the bomb and no one can disarm me A black hole sun, that'll melt your plastic Barbie A comi in the sixty swift as Rikki Tikki Tavi and Cobra Kai Karate I'll body anybody Ap's awesome, I'm bad as Chad Dawson A rad with rap, clap 'em and trap ‘em in black coffins I'll crack the sarcophogous cover and curse a motherf**er The pharaoh that hovers above the pyramids they discover On the surface of Mars, while you purchasing cars I'm trading blood to the gods that are purchasing stars On the Block Island ferry, rocking a pair of Sperry's I out of Nantucket f**ing hoes, popping cherries [Hook] [Verse 2: Apathy] I don't wanna feel like life's not real I flushed a whole bottle full of Xanax you know the deal Medication's like slavery, anti-depressant Is how the rich kings controlling the poor peasants And we ain't even human anymore, just gremlins They let us bear arms But we register our weapons So even if we ever had to start a civil war They'll be looking up your profile and kicking in your door Hardcore, quit school before I was soph*more Used to hate my principal so I keyed up his car door Now I'm on tour watching my back in the bathroom Cus you Saskatoon natives are famous for stab wounds Watch colours that I rock in LA, they don't play Had a father that was Deep, he was Furious I was Tre Mad styles all these f*ggoty rappers is fragile f** a message in a bottle, put raps in a crack vial [Hook] [Big Boi from OutKast sample] Thangs changed in the hood where I live at

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