Mr. Society - APOLOGIES lyrics

[Verse 1: LZ8] Come on in Step inside the laboratory Of a rat trapped involuntary I've been scratching at my noggin like a lock and key Trying to unlock life's block of cheese By k**ing tracks like I'm a copper thief so Where is the h*monym? Try to write a song But the problem is I am high And I'm tobogganing Down the bottomless pit inside my mind Via lobotomy Head bobblin', slobberin' Tired? Tyres wobblin' Like to try and light a bonfire Via bong prior songwriting I'm the wrong guy to slide some broccoli You know it's poverty when you can't even rent a house of cards Why I squat in my monopoly properties Honestly? Grave robbin' hip-hop is my top priority I want a following Dick riders who swallow me My confidence blows I'm co*ky orally though It's rhyme robbery Probably why cops stop to scoff at me So f** authority Dorthy You in Oz and I'm the lion Wait I was lying I'm flying by Orion's Belt Swiped It off of him Forced upon the universe A violent colonoscopy Fine then, call it sodomy The minority hiding behind your blind spot While you in line I'm trying to take that dollar out your shopping trolley Cause my lottery's the chance I'll book a gig And someone looking for the best could accept what I am offering But instead the mics off again And I gotta listen to p**y's problems I'm tired of gynaecology Crying cause my co*ks in a vice I'd try and soften it but Life's hard so f** it I'm getting off to it [Hook: LZ8] So now I'm spinning like pottery Smoking mix priorities Sorry that I'm moderately spaced out I'm sorry I'll try not to be Welcome to my odyssey [Verse 2: LZ8] Cause life Is a rocket ship Fly it Apocalypse might by nigh And your poker chips might be kinda light There might be vomit in your orange juice from last night's Gin and Tonic And you feel demonic it's alright Cause even if you're just a product of a rip in a condom It's not a problem, It's a gift that you're alive And wondering why God didn't give you much qualities Wallowing, fighting with your sorrows in a boxing ring Use your anger as a muse and make some music I wrote songs with that philosophy And now I got these people hanging off my words like they apostrophes Sorry? Bet your bottom dollar I'm sorry for my apologies, b**h Sorry that I'm not sorry Sorry that you're not convinced I'm smitten in this flock of sheep I'm gonna be a goat who's shear thoughts are a commodity Written my ideologies Spitting to wide majority Mr. Society drops the beat And the mic becomes my Golum's ring My life becomes a page from my biography Gig not cause it cost a fee I'd rock the spot for free sh**, you'd probably have to pay me not to speak, what Ask what's wrong with me I'm a self loathing narcissist Histrionic retarded pissed off partly intoxicated co*khead with a song to sing Skeleton in my closet creeps to my box of secrets Frees my demons locks me in my vocal takes and torrents me [Bridge: LZ8] You got your grog to drink I got an ounce of pot So pop out ya pouch like a wallaby Follow me through the odyssey or not No ones stopping me Knowing no ones the boss of me Gonna be a star so watch the space like astrology Welcome to the sloppy monstrosity that's a modern teen Crossing streams of consciousness Trying to figure out what to be Blossoming into something abominable but promising Even though the clock is beeping I won't drop the dream Why'd you stop the beat? Talk is cheap but it costs a lot to be gossiping My apostles rot while pops profiting From what it seems Trying to get my ducks in a row on this planet's slot machine Makes me wanna scream the worst swear words and get lost at "c" c*nt!