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Lyrics are mine for the most part. Beat is from Ruffchild. http://www.youtube.com/user/theclownfest?feature=watch
Recorded on Nexus 4 phone.

I don't own the images or the beat. I am not making money on this.

I could be described as someone thoughtless, or disorganized
I sort of tried but then my mind drifts to whats between her thighs
scatterbrained, feeling insane, going against the grain
unbearable pain, part of the name to which I affix my fame


it's all just the same, i know by the way in, which she says my name
like Tory Lane mind state degrading, the shame
that comes when its the enemies that your aiding
smothered under layers of silk, your views could use some shading

pinpricks of light through moth eaten material we bathe in
its amazing just how bad - good things can make you feel
how never finding out - what you want - is to stay still
it wasn't until - all my dreams were truly shattered

that i thought about why true happiness even mattered
the tattered path there is crammed with despair, or so I've gathered
trippin over slick lichen and small kitchen hazards
with dreams of blowin up even bigger then marshal mathers


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to pull off such a fiction would require exceptionally talented actors
because that actually happening would require several different factors
that i don't have, instead I'm just mad, in a suppressed way, all day
so you might say I've just got an-xi-iety

and with the right medication it would just go away
its not like its not something i didn't give a try
to see how i felt taking an S-N-R-I
man that shit fucked me up, no lie

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deeply complicated self medicated with marijuana
mental issues you can try to sort thru if you wanna
my minds hot and sticky like a quicky in a sauna
so sick of sick chicks and all their melodrama

tell osama that were sorry for corrupting the youth
and tell my mama that im fucked up from all the abuse
Its not that I choose the crooked necked noose
more like everywhere i touch feels so much like a bruise


and its not broken fingers, its pain that forever lingers
mostly from female stingers, past singers were mostly right
but i felt they painted a picture that was too black and white
they wernt aquainted with what made it worth the sacrifice

they weren't half as nice but some paid twice the price
while now i move the people with ethereal like a poltergeist
or at least i hope, because you know maybe i won't
just please tell the sweet police of hell i tried...