Slug - Escape Route lyrics

I'd like to give a special shout out to that fluctuating List of names who've either taken the time to look me in the Eye or taken the time stab me in the f**in back [Slug] Disasterous, no asterisks necessary Captured by the self-hatred of legendary As it goes, it grows a little below the average woes I'll fit it all in my soul Now all the weirdos dig me as a rapper If we can all live happily ever after And I can nail all my issues to the rafter I'll leave the cattle to the pasture and feed em all laughter Everything sits right where it's suppose to sit But the light's too bright, can't get close to it They say it won't exist until you embrace what it is I tried to embrace all that relating by my taste I don't want to believe that yall are more confused than me You should see, some of the conversations I've held I used to think I could only talk like that to myself It makes me wonder if people might be bad for my health All is well and life is a hell It's a sitcom about a modern day billy tell And his effort, to network with an apple and an arrow When the moral to the last track is relax and be carefull TV bores me, I can't follow the story Most books are recycled, the writers are corny So I dove into this lake I swim, face first Urge my friends to run far away from this earth [Hook] As if the head wasn't already twisted up I can't quit breath, do my best to tip back up As if the head wasn't already twisted up I can't quit breath, do my best to tip back up [Slug] Alchohol in my blood, sarcasm in my head Last to breath, first to break bread When this lake turns red and this lifeguard chokes No, not only did it fall but the star broke f** anyone and everyone that disagrees Cause you don't know nothing about this disease You don't know what it means to trade your sleep Over ball point pain that plays for keeps Sometimes I think about grabbin my pen And stabbin it, stabbin it deep into my abdomen But with my luck, sh** I wouldn't die I'd just sit on the edge of this bed and cry But wait, rappers don't cry and they don't ask why Just rap, eat, sleep, f** and sometimes lie Drink beer, smoke weed, represent the streets And when they get old, they grow their hair and make beats When I was a youth, I wanted to be a writer Now that I'm an elder, I just want to be fed Let the belly get big, raise a coulple of kids Before I pull out the trigger, let it all go to my head [Hook] 2X In the breakdown, there's a snake's takedown Gotta escape to escape my escape route [25 seconds instrumental] [Slug talking] I don't like that sh**. Whistlin is wack It's the only thing I came up with