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Feeling Like Sh*t

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living underground and working downtown got one foot in the grave punching kicking shooting stabbing but there's no way i'll be saved my dream it seems to be turning lean to get back to the top put a gun to my head wishing i was dead a bang some blood then stop FEELING LIKE SHIT(3x) AGAIN AND AGAIN FEELING LIKE SHIT(3x) LIKE I NEVER KNEW I CAN this medication that i've been taking makes me see things strange hallucinations bad vibrations i beg you to make this change the doctor said about my head you've only got a month to live but that was 2 years ago and i know that i look like the living dead FEELING LIKE SHIT(3x)AGAIN AND AGAIN FEELING LIKE SHIT(3x) AND I KNOW IM GONNA DIE................. listen to me when i say i've slit my wrist thirteen times not once did i succeed there's always someone there who claims they care but i just want to bleed i'm in hell but still alive just want it to end i'll stay hurting, and i'll keep hurting pain is my friend FEELING LIKE SHIT(3x)AGAIN AND AGAIN FEELING LIKE SHIT(3x)I JUST WANT TO DIE SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FEELING LIKE SHIT AGAIN AND AGAIN FEELING LIKE SHIT LIKE I NEVER NEW I CAN FEELING LIKE SHIT AGAIN AND AGAIN LOOKING LIKE SHIT TALKING LIKE SHIT FEELING LIKE SHIT AND I JUST WANT TO DIE....................

Three Witches

Epidemic
One piece of paper to alter your mind. Step out of reality, awe of mankind. Take a trip to the unknown, distorting the time. Your mind's turning cartwheels inside your head. Do you welcome this feeling or wish you were dead? Tasting the wallpaper as the music turns red. Stare at the wall as is melts into blood. To keep this feeling you wish that you could. To do it all over again you would. The meaning of life on the tip of your tongue. You're feeling insane as your brain's growing numb. Feel the alveoli burst in your lungs. Can't stop thinking on the brink and living like you've never lived = before. Where'd I put my fucking brain, it's gone as you can see. Please don't step on it if you do it's the end of me. Can't put out my cigarette, this bottle seems to melt. Red cars and gnarly people are what this town's about. Walls breathing, feel floating, look at me I'm flat. Staring at a leaf for hours the trees are made of blue and red. Smoke a pack of cigarettes in a second to my head. Just cuz I can't find my brain doesn't mean I'm dead. Lucy in the sky playing dice with laughing Sam. Images before my eyes of Lisa, Sally, and Diane. All's clear in double now I shift my psychedelic gears. Long slowly drifting seconds seem to last a thousand years. One piece of paper has now changed your life. A permanent dent in your brain you survived. A part of you born as another part died. Colliding thoughts slow to a pace you once knew. Normality slowly seeping it's way through. Did you ever think this could happen to you? Eternally changed you for better or worse. A scar on your brain or a lesson well learned. I never will leave, in your mind I am burned. So will you return to this journey I've led? To laugh at the world and see the madness it spreads. Calling you back to you sanity's end. Can't stop thinking on the brink and living like you've never lived = before.

Feelin' Us

AB-SOUL "These Days..."
[Intro:] 6:19 in the morning nigga [Verse 1 - Ab-Soul:] Let me start off with this statement I'm the motherfucking greatest I ain't even have too many haters All my niggas knew I was gon' make it From performing at Pep Rallys, showcases, talent shows That I had to sell tickets for, just to get up in that ho Now raise your hand say Soulo Ho! Raise your hand say Soulo Ho! Raise your hand say Soulo Ho! Raise your hand say Soulo Ho! I'm rolling up in the tour bus Just rolling up in the tour bus Free said put the weed out they don't play that in Virginia But I'm finna continue, pass the fire to my nigga Tone Couldn't find a fire but this far from home But we still trying, I mean we still chiefing She thinks it's cool, she took a puff, she still freaking I popped a bean, fell asleep, woke up, and started thinking [Hook - Ab-Soul:] Man this shit pays hanging in the House of Pain Now we sipping champagne on the motherfucking plane Cause they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, They Feeling Us Are you Feeling us? They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us Are you Feeling Us? Cause everywhere I go, man I swear they know my name Make your girlfriend cry when she see me walk by Cause they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us Are you Feeling Us? They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us I know you feeling this shit! I know you feeling this shit! I know you feeling this shit! They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us I know you feeling this shit! I know you feeling this shit! I know you feeling this shit! They Feeling Us, they Feeling Us, they Feeling Us Are you Feeling Us? [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Yeah I'm liquored up, this a celebration TDE the shit... thanks to all you haters! I'm Jay Rock, yeah the OG, me and Soulo blowing OG Hit the stage, then beat the case, then get the cake, then burn trees Shake hands, kiss babies, show love, throw 3s I was on the block with a quarter key, like what the fuck is a 16? I was so anti-social, nigga wasn't outspoken Till I picked up a mic, story of my life! Uh, came with the piece so keep the peace Uh, I ain't tryna hurt nobody I ain't sweating no vendetta, champagne on my breath in the hotel lobby You feel me? Damn right you feel me! Got them sigh, she feel me and them paparazzi feel me [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:] I'm feeling fine and dandy Staying awake off this Xanny Knock knock off this weed can one of yall find another Backwood please? I just know that I can be, an example of what you can be Making a way for my homies, making it easy for my family So mama don't frown no more, mama don't frown no more No mama don't frown no more, mama don't frown no more Told me I'm smarter than you, you just gotta trust me yo I stole from the record store, still selling, records though Yeah... (Love you Grandma!) Ain't no shame, in my game They know my name in Montreal, they sing my songs cause they relate They Feelin Us, cause we can't be touched, thank God for Top and Punch Ho-Ho-Hold on... Drop the drums These bitches love Soulo, Del Amo to Soho Fucking with them TopDawgs, you'll just look like toto Do it all for Soulo, I don't even know them Hol Up here we go again... Justin bring the chorus in! [Hook]

Burnt

Del The Funky Homosapien
KURIOUS: (Talking) Oh man. Bitches man bitches! Sick tired a this shit. You know what I'm sayin'? Want my money talkin' shit don't know how to act phuckin' tired man. FPhuck'm I gonna do man? Have to put a foot up your ass? Phuckin' tired of it man. Phuckin' buy you this buy you that Phuck that shit! Kurious aint havin' it. Know what I'm sayin'? DEL: Boo boo head boo boo head, boo boo head I want you dead I want you bled bleeding needing medical assistance, resistance ya kiss meant nuthin' you was bluffin' stuffin' my brain with insane thoughts notions most intelligent people freak you because they'll know you'll give ya all give up your drawls flap ya jaws lyin' have me cryin' I'll admit it someone before musta shitted down your neck boo boo head but can you be dead? with fled instead of the murda I'll just tell everybody what I heard of word up. [CHORUS:] D: All a this over boo boo heads, K: All a this, all a this... Back in elementary school you made me drool I was cool rules were never broken a token, of our friendship all my friends flippin' somersaults the fault was not yours of course, they didn't know, yo grils was yucky clear 'round get slapped like a puck-y but you never said 'Phuck me' that wasn't in the pictua I couldn't hit ya with ya hair braids and the games we played were fun till one day a friend said, 'Boo boo heads turn red, in the face when you place ya hands on her ass in class, and give a spank a banka full of fun at recess, and be fresh.' OK, I'll try it and die if she does but she did and turned around and socked me like Rocky I feel like a heel for real but now I'm older and told ya to keel over cause now it's different no innocence and women sprints the way you sway to the forces of evil and we will bust that ass fast and quickly I dig G's disrespectin' rep now it's when they shit's come bobbin' brothers try and rob another and I'll rub ya the wrong way let the song play, [CHORUS] [BRIDGE] Ooh, I wanna smack you mack you attack you even if you black you get no slack sue, call a lawyer boy, ya never knew ya crew is on a mission every weekend freakin' kissin' with other van ya man lets turn the sands in the hourglass and your power lasts less guess take a gander I slander ya name spread propaganda and I demand ya ta stop hop on a train before pain'll be ya middle name in the game of love happiness yes, I caressed ya flesh but if you test ya caught out there without a vest mess around and you can rest I found a new boo boo baby, maybe I can crave the one that saves thee reputation, ya'll lets face it ya basin' smokin', leavin' niggas broken open but I scope in to ya brain gain remain clues ya use for protection now who's next in... [CHORUS]

Lo-fi

THE EXIES
Oh, reckless and indiscrete I'm hypnotized beyond belief Listen to my battle song 'Cause it's dissin' you all night long New disaster's at my feet Of abuse and things I can't repeat Desperate and givin' in I don't know when to begin It's hopeless I'm cavin in Hopeless I can't win I'm going out of my head I feel like I'm dead I'm feeling Lo-Fi I'm bottled up and explode My engines have gone Some things I can't hide I'm feelin Lo-Fi Oh, reckless and indiscrete I'm hypnotized without release I'm losing that special charm All played out, I can't go on Conversations without wings With much advice I start to scream Desperate and givin' in I don't know where to begin I'm going out of my head I feel like I'm dead I'm feeling Lo-Fi I'm bottled up and explode My engines have gone Some things I can't hide I'm feelin Lo-Fi I feel to glow in sky And let it fly Time waits for no one, that is why I'm going out of my head I feel like I'm dead I'm feeling Lo-Fi I'm bottled up and explode My engines have gone Some things I can't hide... Well, I'm going out of my head And I feel like I'm dead I'm feeling Lo-Fi

Over There Shit

HOUSE OF PAIN "Same As It Ever Was"
Ladies and Gentlemen [2x] Here's the new shit I'm on We can all get along But if ya step to me wrong I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead Put out ya freakin head That's how I do Because I'm sick like dat And you'll get kicked like dat If ya fakin' the funk I got a trunk full of beats And a head full of rhymes I got stains on my sheets From all the good times That I spent with ya Hookers Some were good lookers And some were just stunts After too many blunts Ya got ya arm around ya girl But don't make me laugh kid Gettin steam pressured Your girl's schemin' on the grafted Jail faced Celt Backed up Catch a welt From the buckle Of my belt Now tell me how that felt Oooh I'm on some of the over there shit [3x] I'm on some Milky I don't care shit I don't care... It's the return of the livin dead Put all concerned to bed I'm alive and kickin' Ask any girl I'm stickin Back once again I never shot the heroin Or hit the glass pipe Ass wipe Stop the rumor I'll kill ya like a tumor in your colon I'll leave your shit all swollen Get off my dick cause thick is how I'm rollin' The Soul Assassainator'll Get ya open like a crator I'm down with psycho vader cause I'm flava' like a plate a' Corn beef and cabbage I'm a savage on the set Don't do nuthin' you'll regret Because you'll end up gettin' wet like water I'm out for slaughter Cops lock up your daughter [Chorus] I rock it page style cause freed damaged ya If ya play me close punk I'm gonna' damage ya We got the FunkDoobie in the House With the Mickey Mouse I spot a hooker then I'm runnin up in ya blouse I ain't a bitch so don't play me soft I got a round in my chamber and the safety's off Pullin' on the trigger Ain't nuthin brave But I'm a sick fucker Like a red-neck trucker And I just might buck ya down You're starin' down my barrel So ya jump around Ya try to get away But I'm too quick to pull So don't try to gas me Punk, my tank's full I ain't got the time I don't need the fuel Punk we can duel I'll take ya ass to school Then break down the lesson Here's the pop quiz I get's top billin' You can ask Iz [Chorus]

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