Shane Bunting - Clostraphobic lyrics

No solid foundation because I'm unable to stabilize This chemical imbalance have been blocking my talents I can't handle the fact that wack rappers make it to the top in an instant But I'm persistent on financial a**istance [Verse 1] Is that big bucks in the distance? I can't focus because the smoke is Steaming up the lenses, dreaming of [?] and vengeance Taxes from cars, phones and dating, but the part that I'm hating Is when I'm waking up late taking the bus for transportation The situation I'm facing, plus racing against the clock It ain't funny ‘cause, money talks, and bullsh** walks The last song was called pressure. Fresher than some kids on labels But I still got no record deal. How the f** do I feel? It goes eight track to that, then to vinyl, now it's final And I know, you know there ain't a f**ing chance for a Juno No chance for a Grammy or a cameo appearance An example of sample clearance, no interference Please, you can't squeeze blood from a stone, the well is dry At least a piece of the pie would be nice, just a slice I'm looking dumb holding some crumbs. An empty plate It's too late Enough to make you go mental, yet I'm not quite psychopathic But thoughts of violence, to graphic Pack words together like traffic To describe the pain and torture that be scorching through my veins Nothing to gain from being trapped in my brain Claustrophobic [Sample] {My-my brain is incarcerated} [Scratches]