This is golden age of fake scripts/ stolen & mistaken, all this hatred/ all this gay shit, swallowed the matrix/follow the pavement, if ya'll on the same shit/ thinking outter space is...thinkin' outter space is...well...let's just face it, it's fake kid-(CHORUS)-I was saposed to write a chorus about the corey- ole'-isss/ so get yer hands up & hold em'/ throw them in the air like you can't let them go numb/ these raps ,yeah, they're so dumb/ but if they make you laugh, man, their so fun/ stop bein' so dam ,hoe- humm/ you're not foolin' no one, you are the chose- unn/ the one to compose them flows that so bump-in/ my doughs just been, doubled up, yo, just when/ I needed it the most, so close to just give-in up then/ that's when my assumption got dumped in, & my trust went/ up a couple notches ..shit/ a couple monsters went on a monumental walk to compton with , the fans from his concert when/ he was sponsored by alotta men, who got more dollars then/ they could ever wana spend/ I mean it's obvious, they got a lot of it...gwock..with a Lotta chips....if I'm bein' honest bitch...(CHORUS)This is golden age of fake scripts/ stolen & mistaken, all this hatred/ all this gay shit, swallowed the matrix/follow the pavement, if ya'll on the same shit/ thinking outter space is......thinkin' outter space is.....well...let's just face it, it's fake kid-...YEAHHHH..its so fake kid...Rain rain rain drops keep fallin' on my face...fallllllin'....fallin on ...fallin on my face...gettin my blue suede kicks wet, this isn't the end yet/ been on a bender since my girl, friend left/ in an instant, life can get so.. in-tense/ I'm deep in the ocean ,barely learnin' how to swim yet/ don't know how im'a crawl out from underneath this mount-tin's debt/ I've been wrecked, my hearts been stressed/ & my skin sweats , lookin' around at this mess...this mess ,I created all by myself...I don't blame nobody..." what good would it do anyway"??...I gotta stay positive, it's obvious...as dirty as my laundry gets, I gotta whole laundry list/"yeahhh...he's gotta whole , a whole laundry list" & even if it's beyond a fix, I'm still on a sick... still on a sick one"..."Yeahhh...hes still on a sick on..a sick one, um..( CHORUS ) Ive been on a sick one, since my chick done/ packed up all her shit one, day & decided to depart / you could see it in her eyes they gettin' dark/ on my sleeve is where I wear my heart/ I'm aware it's very hard, to begin from the very start/...but I guess....I gottaaaaa start all over again....over and over...over again... (VERSE) What the fuck you know about, knowin' doubt/ you're always so positive, in your mind you was an optimist/ in your prime it was so obvious/ but if they lied about the globe what more could they con us with?/ what whore that wheres a condom gets/ cognitive dis, lasagna & fish/ if you're in accord...like Honda's you flipped/ beyond the intent, my god have I sinned...heavens door, I keep on knock...knock..knockin' again...knockin' again..
FlatNasty
