Misguided And Misunderstood (Demo) - The Middle Class Vandal (M&M) (Johnny P’s Caddy - Benny The Butcher ft. J. Cole) The Middle Class Vandal
[Intro: The Middle Class Vandal]
You know who it is
Comin' at you again in 23
Thought I'd kick a little interlude before I proceed
[Verse 1: The Middle Class Vandal]
I've been tryna play Russian roulette with a shotgun
Quit putting it off, it's time to get a lot done
Catchin' no sleep, I've been resistin' arrest (A rest)
I can't stop thinkin' bout the people I failed, I wish 'em the best
Thoughts festered in my mind, snuck up on me from my blind side
I had to move on, put 2020 in my hindsight
But lately I've been feelin' like I can't not loose
Stress has been makin' my chest tight, tighter than I can knot a noose
I kinda wanna go out sippin' on cyanide
Cuz I've been loosin' myself, I couldn't tell you when I died insidе
Runnin' from my problems didn't work so I've been tryna hide
Imaginе me livin' a fruitful life and ridin' high
I had dreams but gave 'em up cuz I was street struck
Runnin' 'cross a bed of hot coals and got my feet stuck
The pattern repeats, I gotta live in defeat but
I won't be livin' long when I hear my own heat buck
I got voices in my head, I've been usin' music to drown 'em out
I thought I was movin' forward, I guess I'm at a round about
My minds a back seat driver and now I'm flippin' a bitch
I keep a nine with 2 things, and that's a clip and a switch
I'll turn it on myself, hold the grip and then pinch
What ever come first, cuz I'm equipped for a lynch
It ain't capital murder, if I'm only takin' my life
I'm a cut throat, literally, breakin' my knife
Cuz I got Suicidal Thoughts like Biggie, ready to die
I can't be takin' pills to help me, it'd be deadly to try
I know we all got demons, I probably know what you carry
I wish y'all knew I'm not writin' lyrics, I'm writin' my obituary
You know who it is
Comin' at you again in 23
Thought I'd kick a little interlude before I proceed
[Verse 1: The Middle Class Vandal]
I've been tryna play Russian roulette with a shotgun
Quit putting it off, it's time to get a lot done
Catchin' no sleep, I've been resistin' arrest (A rest)
I can't stop thinkin' bout the people I failed, I wish 'em the best
Thoughts festered in my mind, snuck up on me from my blind side
I had to move on, put 2020 in my hindsight
But lately I've been feelin' like I can't not loose
Stress has been makin' my chest tight, tighter than I can knot a noose
I kinda wanna go out sippin' on cyanide
Cuz I've been loosin' myself, I couldn't tell you when I died insidе
Runnin' from my problems didn't work so I've been tryna hide
Imaginе me livin' a fruitful life and ridin' high
I had dreams but gave 'em up cuz I was street struck
Runnin' 'cross a bed of hot coals and got my feet stuck
The pattern repeats, I gotta live in defeat but
I won't be livin' long when I hear my own heat buck
I got voices in my head, I've been usin' music to drown 'em out
I thought I was movin' forward, I guess I'm at a round about
My minds a back seat driver and now I'm flippin' a bitch
I keep a nine with 2 things, and that's a clip and a switch
I'll turn it on myself, hold the grip and then pinch
What ever come first, cuz I'm equipped for a lynch
It ain't capital murder, if I'm only takin' my life
I'm a cut throat, literally, breakin' my knife
Cuz I got Suicidal Thoughts like Biggie, ready to die
I can't be takin' pills to help me, it'd be deadly to try
I know we all got demons, I probably know what you carry
I wish y'all knew I'm not writin' lyrics, I'm writin' my obituary
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