as much shit in the car as i can fit
and i'm just drivin' as far as i can get
away from these problems 'til all of my sorrows i forget
what's tomorrow like? 'cause tonight i'm startin' life again
get to the corner and stop
besides psycho when i fantasize startin' my whole life over
get hypnotized so i don't even recognize no one
i try to look alive because there's nothin' like holdin'
your head up high when you're dead inside and i just hide
case you're wonderin' why are my inside's showin'
'cause i done spilled all my guts and those are mine so i'm
pickin' them up and stuffin' them back
i've done enough in this rap shit
recovery brought me nothin' but back
to right where i was and perhaps
this coulda been my victory lap if i wasn't on the verge of relapse
it seems to be the reoccurring main theme
the shit i would daydream as a kid
i went from an irate teenager to still raging
amazing: back then i put anything
i didn't mean to make you eighty
percent of what i rapped about
maybe i shoulda did a better job at separating
shady and entertaining from real life
but this fame thing is still the hardest thing to explain
and back then it was like i ain't even
bothered taking into consideration
you one day being older and may hear me say things
so ladies and gentlemen let's strip away everything
and see the main reason that i feel like a lame piece of shit
or should i sound cranky and bitter
beef and bicker 'bout the same things
i don't see what they see
greedy and lately i've been contemplating
escaping to get away and go wherever this road takes me
it's making me crazy what's in my?