Paint The Canvas Brown Atmosphere

Analysis, canvas, cover up
Irrelevence, call me bastard, run 'em up
Just one drag short, of a bad cough
Please fill up my glass, so I could blast off
I've hit the jackpot, to often to count
I'm a pro, you could tell by the way that I mount
I'm not as young as I look or as lonely as I act
And I'm the only one here that ain't holdin' me pack
Everyone's friendly, 'till the dugout's empty
So she's looking for god at the 7th street entry
I'm honest depressed so she's got two hits of exstacy
And right now we really need a referee
The boys with baseball caps like to hear me speak
They relate to me, their trouble looks like mine
The women however they like to watch me fall
They like to watch me stumble, I do it all the time
Just one more, reverberated night
I'm a keep practicin', until I get it right
Continue to swim through whoever, whatever
Let the Earth turn 'till I learn to control the weather

Starving, trying to feel important
Hardly, well let me get my point across
Farming, gonna grow my portions
I'm guarding, keep 'em from the greedy goblins
Heart string, they play me like a game
Bombarding, flatter me and come home
My darling, don't even know my real name
The bar scene, designated me a low life
Barring, between love and the truth
Starting to die, always in a rush
Sardine, packed me deep into the groove
Parking is easy when you ride the bus
Yo, carving, my name into the tree
Alarming, let 'em know that I'm there
I'm parting my hair like I part the seas
I'm barking my words into the atmosphere
Marketing, everyone come on down to the party, we're gonna have a good time
Charting, spin my record round
I'm starving, I'm trying to eat my rhymes