dreary eyed 1:30 am rap
I think you’re just a little over obsessed
Maybe a bit depressed or just a little stressed
Over worked and under paid or is that you can’t get laid?
I’m that guy who pushes all your buttons when you think you got it made
Out of the sun and into the shade it’s an even trade
Chalk up an F when you don’t get that grade
Because our patience is restless with you always trying to impress
Failure or success, you’re a bad machine
This bullshit’s become too routine; you’re still acting like youre sixteen
Your not shit, or the shit, but something in between, fucking with something
A little harsher then caffeine, this is not your scene, I think your house
Would look better drenched in kerosene, strike up a match and let it attach to
These poison chemicals glittering in the night, lets lie like it’s all alright
I’m going to be the bad guy in every ending
I’m going to be the last one who ever saw it coming
I’m going to be the person who tears you apart
Leaves you for dead, to god you will depart
Saying it was predictable is far too cliché
If we had seen it coming I think we would
have figured another way another way
Another way some other day
I have visions of hospital beds after blues and reds
Funny how shit spreads so sporadically
Reminding me of how radically things can change
She’s not in hearing range but its time to make a vocal exchange
Jim Morrison was right saying people are strange
Never got it until now, and when I find out how
To break it on out of here we’ll see whose laughing
While you’re sitting their graphing
I’m testing everyone, it’s a test of wit
And I’ll never quit, so fuck it, I’m going to get lit
But I must admit, nothing about this is legit
I’m going to be the bad guy in every ending
I’m going to be the last one who ever saw it coming
I’m going to be the person who tears you apart
Leaves you for dead, to god you will depart
Saying it was predictable is far too cliché
If we had seen it coming I think we would
have figured another way another way
Another way some other day
Maybe a bit depressed or just a little stressed
Over worked and under paid or is that you can’t get laid?
I’m that guy who pushes all your buttons when you think you got it made
Out of the sun and into the shade it’s an even trade
Chalk up an F when you don’t get that grade
Because our patience is restless with you always trying to impress
Failure or success, you’re a bad machine
This bullshit’s become too routine; you’re still acting like youre sixteen
Your not shit, or the shit, but something in between, fucking with something
A little harsher then caffeine, this is not your scene, I think your house
Would look better drenched in kerosene, strike up a match and let it attach to
These poison chemicals glittering in the night, lets lie like it’s all alright
I’m going to be the bad guy in every ending
I’m going to be the last one who ever saw it coming
I’m going to be the person who tears you apart
Leaves you for dead, to god you will depart
Saying it was predictable is far too cliché
If we had seen it coming I think we would
have figured another way another way
Another way some other day
I have visions of hospital beds after blues and reds
Funny how shit spreads so sporadically
Reminding me of how radically things can change
She’s not in hearing range but its time to make a vocal exchange
Jim Morrison was right saying people are strange
Never got it until now, and when I find out how
To break it on out of here we’ll see whose laughing
While you’re sitting their graphing
I’m testing everyone, it’s a test of wit
And I’ll never quit, so fuck it, I’m going to get lit
But I must admit, nothing about this is legit
I’m going to be the bad guy in every ending
I’m going to be the last one who ever saw it coming
I’m going to be the person who tears you apart
Leaves you for dead, to god you will depart
Saying it was predictable is far too cliché
If we had seen it coming I think we would
have figured another way another way
Another way some other day