Oh shit I just f*cked up
This alcohol sucked up
My money honey sorry sonny
This Christmas we're outta luck
Spent away on pills and gin
Past due on bills again
Finally got ya a bunny but
Have to fill ya tummy up
Practically sacked while I'm still up at work
Act casually tactful yet pack full of thirst
Frantically get up and then I start to curse
Panicky fed up before I start to burst
Floorin' it to the bar
No doubt will make it worst
Mix of pills and alcohol
Makes everything a blur
Gin a bit of vicoden
Been kippen me from wakin'
Spin flip a benz is an omen I'm forsaken'
But I still get up from beneath this pick-up
There's no pain cuz the pills were already taken'
Hip hop was never dead it won't stop
Twenty fourteen is the year it gains a legend
Lyrically inclined to make your head spin
To where your spine disconnects when
I spit it's a weapon
Promised this year I wouldn't boast
There goes my resolution
F*ck it I'll take a toast and kill this line
And make a post again
Two zero one four
Is one I have to make up for
Sorry, wife, son, just learned dad's got a problem
In the end though B we got out of Gotham
You'll grow up to be better than I am probably
Ever through you shows me you can always call me
Last year I was rappin about how I'm so "Matter of Facts"
Was a roller coaster with stacks and valleys but like sex
At least it ended on a climax
And I'll take the latter of that into next year and ride
Fabricated lines have been a cliché and a sin
Reality is lost in the eyes of the innocent
Turned a page where I can be more honest and more open
Copin' by dopin' hopin' it can stop me from my mopin'
If I didn't have support man I'm homeless double coat and
Slippery slopin' chokin' on garbage call me goat man
Got a drug line out of the way like we did back in the day
No sense of reality in the eyes of the innocent
Or Is it just a rugged line
Fabricated words a cliche and sin
I keep goin' no worry when I drop no doubt you know how why when
Next time I drop, will be my first album
I know I'm tired
Of these flies flyin'
Time flies when your time is spent f*ckin' fries fryin'
Weekends off why these guys lyin'
Wife callin' kids cryin'
Life stalling from past fast life I was all caught in
From prying eyes spyin'
But man without the will I think I've had my fill
Ignorance is bliss
Oh why in the hell when I had the chance didn't I take the blue pill
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Oh shit I just f*cked up
This alcohol sucked up
My money honey sorry sonny
This Christmas we're outta luck
Spent away on pills and gin
Past due on bills again
Finally got ya a bunny but
Have to fill ya tummy up
Practically sacked while I'm still up at work
Act casually tactful yet pack full of thirst
Frantically get up and then I start to curse
Panicky fed up before I start to burst
Floorin' it to the bar
No doubt will make it worst
Mix of pills and alcohol
Makes everything a blur
Gin a bit of vicoden
Been kippen me from wakin'
Spin flip a benz is an omen I'm forsaken'
But I still get up from beneath this pick-up
There's no pain cuz the pills were already taken'
Hip hop was never dead it won't stop
Twenty fourteen is the year it gains a legend
Lyrically inclined to make your head spin
To where your spine disconnects when
I spit it's a weapon
Promised this year I wouldn't boast
There goes my resolution
F*ck it I'll take a toast and kill this line
And make a post again
Two zero one four
Is one I have to make up for
Sorry, wife, son, just learned dad's got a problem
In the end though B we got out of Gotham
You'll grow up to be better than I am probably
Ever through you shows me you can always call me
Last year I was rappin about how I'm so "Matter of Facts"
Was a roller coaster with stacks and valleys but like sex
At least it ended on a climax
And I'll take the latter of that into next year and ride
Fabricated lines have been a cliché and a sin
Reality is lost in the eyes of the innocent
Turned a page where I can be more honest and more open
Copin' by dopin' hopin' it can stop me from my mopin'
If I didn't have support man I'm homeless double coat and
Slippery slopin' chokin' on garbage call me goat man
Got a drug line out of the way like we did back in the day
No sense of reality in the eyes of the innocent
Or Is it just a rugged line
Fabricated words a cliche and sin
I keep goin' no worry when I drop no doubt you know how why when
Next time I drop, will be my first album
I know I'm tired
Of these flies flyin'
Time flies when your time is spent f*ckin' fries fryin'
Weekends off why these guys lyin'
Wife callin' kids cryin'
Life stalling from past fast life I was all caught in
From prying eyes spyin'
But man without the will I think I've had my fill
Ignorance is bliss
Oh why in the hell when I had the chance didn't I take the blue pill
This alcohol sucked up
My money honey sorry sonny
This Christmas we're outta luck
Spent away on pills and gin
Past due on bills again
Finally got ya a bunny but
Have to fill ya tummy up
Practically sacked while I'm still up at work
Act casually tactful yet pack full of thirst
Frantically get up and then I start to curse
Panicky fed up before I start to burst
Floorin' it to the bar
No doubt will make it worst
Mix of pills and alcohol
Makes everything a blur
Gin a bit of vicoden
Been kippen me from wakin'
Spin flip a benz is an omen I'm forsaken'
But I still get up from beneath this pick-up
There's no pain cuz the pills were already taken'
Hip hop was never dead it won't stop
Twenty fourteen is the year it gains a legend
Lyrically inclined to make your head spin
To where your spine disconnects when
I spit it's a weapon
Promised this year I wouldn't boast
There goes my resolution
F*ck it I'll take a toast and kill this line
And make a post again
Two zero one four
Is one I have to make up for
Sorry, wife, son, just learned dad's got a problem
In the end though B we got out of Gotham
You'll grow up to be better than I am probably
Ever through you shows me you can always call me
Last year I was rappin about how I'm so "Matter of Facts"
Was a roller coaster with stacks and valleys but like sex
At least it ended on a climax
And I'll take the latter of that into next year and ride
Fabricated lines have been a cliché and a sin
Reality is lost in the eyes of the innocent
Turned a page where I can be more honest and more open
Copin' by dopin' hopin' it can stop me from my mopin'
If I didn't have support man I'm homeless double coat and
Slippery slopin' chokin' on garbage call me goat man
Got a drug line out of the way like we did back in the day
No sense of reality in the eyes of the innocent
Or Is it just a rugged line
Fabricated words a cliche and sin
I keep goin' no worry when I drop no doubt you know how why when
Next time I drop, will be my first album
I know I'm tired
Of these flies flyin'
Time flies when your time is spent f*ckin' fries fryin'
Weekends off why these guys lyin'
Wife callin' kids cryin'
Life stalling from past fast life I was all caught in
From prying eyes spyin'
But man without the will I think I've had my fill
Ignorance is bliss
Oh why in the hell when I had the chance didn't I take the blue pill
Writer: Nathanael Ellis
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