tpk - Walk at Night lyrics
[Verse 1] A favorite thing of mine is walking at night Even though you could die from a simple gunfight It's completely absurd when people get the herb And flip the bird in this god damn world And make the weaker people commit suicide Because they'd rather die than f**ing provide... Them substiance which they motherf**ing need In order to get that cream, satisfy their greed so... What the f** is an elderly? Is it somebody you run over with your Lamborghini? And get no charge for a crime? Well I think I need to wipe the tears out my eyes... Because the justice system, f**ing died... From the manipulation you try to hide... Only to succeed because this god damn sh**... I can't really stand for so give me the gun and I'll end this [Hook] I always take a motherf**ing walk at night To forget all my troubles and my god damn trife But when I'm walking around, nothing seems right... Because I'm unable to fully live out my life Because everything about it is god damn trife So how the f** am I able to do it right... When I'm unable to do intricate math God damn it I will not even last [Verse 2] I cannot promote myself therefore I cannot provide I should just take a gun and end my life Aim it to the dome of my god damn head Pull the trigger, chambers jammed now I'm not really dead So I guess that means that life is hell... Equivilant to a comfortable jail cell With all the modern aminities of life Even if you explored the world you cannot believe it right That life, is just an illusion Anybody who tells you otherwise is foolin' And then they bring you the beers And you drink it over here So you get sh**-faced and believe their lie You can't escape even if you motherf**ing tried Because all night long, you'll be singing the devil's song And then you'll f**ing be gone [Hook] I always take a motherf**ing walk at night To forget all my troubles and my god damn trife But when I'm walking around, nothing seems right... Because I'm unable to fully live out my life Because everything about it is god damn trife So how the f** am I able to do it right... When I'm unable to do intricate math God damn it I will not even last [Verse 3] I try to change my destiny but they won't let me I'm supposed to be, a terrible fapper? f** that, I wanna be a great rapper, possibly the best Because I know how to spit verbs and pa** the test I know how to rock a house all of the time And even sometimes I lose my grind But I know how to put myself back in my mind Cause I know how to spit, intriciate rhymes Why the f** do you use me as an example for? Because you cannot, win the war On your own, you got no sk**s... To even pay them power bills But I'll guess you keep using me until the end of time Because my autism doesn't even know the difference Between a god damn dime, god damn quarter How the f** am I supposed to be Mr. Porter When I cannot win