The Frown Rozz Dyliams

[Verse 1]
I don’t sigh or yelp
But alotta this shit seems to come off as just another misdirected cry for help
Because I’d rather be by myself
Self-sufficient and able [?]
With money stacked on the coffee table
And I’m awfully hateful
Mentally almost disabled
Manic depressive emotions unstable
Brain dead body ungrateful
You can’t put a price on the skill but that doesn’t mean that I’m un-payable
The big knot curator
Fuck saving but I prefer to pay em’ cash as to remain untraceable
I will erase a fool with C-4
And use his body parts to decorate the sea floor
Most rappers are seen before and are never seen before the show out of fear of getting exposed anally
But I mean look at me in this
I’m barely getting by
But I would rather live a shitty life than live a lie

[Hook]
Fuck being happy
I’d rather get down with a frown [x4]
Crust!

[Verse 2]
Sometimes when I get smoked
I think about putting my head in the stove
Or [?] with bent spokes
Or self strangulation with hemp rope
If I wasn’t at the end of it
I’d probably lube it up and use the rest of it
I wanna set the bed on fire and lie
It’s like I’m always filled with sadness
But I’m always too tired to cry
I contemplate my whole life when I’m high
And wonder what I’ve could a done to get his cause it’s nicer than mine
When I was young shit was priceless
Nice as pie, Divine
But along the way it’s like the fire died
Or something didn’t so I’d grin at death
If I only had a minute left
I’d probably waste it on a cigarette
You’ll never catch me with liquor breath
Cause if I kept drinking
I’d probably wake up and not have a liver left
I’d rather sit at this little desk
Then scissor step around all the possibly reasons that it ain’t different yet