Bad Harvest - War With Myself lyrics

[Verse 1] Holy sh**, you should see the state I'm rhyming in My bedroom so f**ing filthy I can't even find a thing All I can see is my beat pad all lit up And a half written song, I guess I was fed up Don't surprise me, that's not cos I am a perfectionist It's cos I work on my own terms, call me a secessionist I definitely know I write rap better than I rap right? My flow so foolish, but I'm fresh like a White Knight I'm so old news like you should see my boat shoes I'm so authentic, you could buy my sh** at whole foods But for now you can just download it from Sound Cloud Say my name and hip-hop together and try not laugh out loud I'm drunk and I'm rhyming man I ain't even trying man, which probably goes to show Why no one who has heard my sh** lost their head like Sleepy Hollow [Verse 2] Jesus, he s**s, I'm sipping on a frozen Martini It's my apocalypse now ain't you Martin Sheen me? Palindrome, I'm Big Gib, no need for a pedestal Teaching degree but I never went to school Hey that's cool mister, I want to be like you Sir Never Dumb It Down, spit it like a Lu tongue Twister At war with myself, only have two states of mind Paralytic or hung-over cos I'm drunk all the time I just wish I was able to pull myself together Lock ears and Lock leers of pa**ers by like Heather Girls calling me the breeze cos I come and go Everyone high on me cos I got a dope flow Or maybe I'm just putting them to sleep They think I'm f**ing Silverchair, cos I'm a freak Trust me, I am a freak I'm a mute like Gambino, man I do not speak I am a freak, trust me Trust me [Verse 3] The reverend ask the question is pop culture still that relevant? The power is yours if you just combine all the elements Or are you kids anger suppressed and depressed like petulant? Is that why you pissing gold on the mic like berroca is your excrement? f** you, f** your tumblr, f** your instagram, f** your twitter f** every social handle you have, you anhedonic transmitter Every thing you re-blog is so stupidly bitter Only depressed cos of the sh** you surround yourself with all rigor no vigor When I die f** it, I want my Facebook deactivated Cos constantly seeing these R.I.P messages has got me f**ing aggravated Look at all these liars man they're so f**ing shameless Nobody cares what I have to say, cause I am not famous Holy sh**, you should see the state I'm rhyming in I'd like to say I'm drunk but I'm barely tipsy off these nine dollar Heinekens If anything I'm f**ing angry man, that's how I feel all the time Sick of seeing fools ahead of me like I'm Frank Grimes So I'm taking these shots of jaeger and Drambuie And it's got me feeling a little spewy Aw f**, this isn't the come up I was hoping for Now I can add vomit to the list-a-sh** that's on my floor