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(feat. Cee-Lo & Big Gipp of Goodie Mob) And breathin's overrated Stormchasin and it's gettin later I used to love her now I hate her she's a brainraider Fallin in a crater Of lost memories I'm so out of hand I don't even fuck with me I'm goin trippin drunk and slippin Sleepin in ditches Switchin prescriptions Bangin a random hoe and itchin I don't give a flyin feces I ain't one with the human species Slappin the nurse tryin to up my cc's I fall apart Take all my pain turn it into art Blowin up a kmart and blame it all on mozart Fuck I'm surprised I got a deal Every 2 hours I take a pill That's where I'm at, It's all surreal I got imaginary friends An imaginary life An imaginary wife SongtexteAnd a real knife Out of here by next weekend Hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin And I run away From the light of day I am not okay My soul's a misery I think I'm losin my mind I'm whacked out on jack and blacked out Trapped in a crackhouse full of dddddoubt I got guilt to the hilt I fight tears and fears Been out for 10 years Hit a big bump up off the mirror Find me at www dot I came to trouble you dot Come here motha fucka take your best shot Suicidal Got a lot of demons to fight I'll probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle I feel abused to lose the blues I'll bring my booze I'm in the who's who's And dope fees and floozies in the land Preparin for news These niggas are never choosy The morning sun is like a sledgehammer to my forehead And I'm barely here Look in the mirror every day and slowly dissappear Been through a million and 67 emotions in my short career Riddles I fear Staggered out in the street for beer awww fuck it And I run away From the light of day I am not okay My soul's a misery My heartbeat is racin Even though I'm standin still I can't stop stormchasin I stole a shell casin So close to overdose that nite the day hurts my eyes Wishin my death to be a surprise My life should be more Than 4 walls and a floor But that's all that is mine God give me a sign 'cause I'm tryin and dyin at the same time I'm not hesitatin Just waitin Heck yeah comin with a flurry And like the spice up in you throat I get ya chokin like that curry Somethin bout the police and them lights that get me worried Made a lap up on that bastard in a hurry Flyin from the spirits so I got a story The dude that taught me how to rap was ray murray It's all a can still it's filled with no glory Top the killer red out at 2:30 And I run away From the light of day I am not okay My soul's a misery Aus Songtexte Mania