[Intro]
79
1-9-7-9
Hmm
Here we go
[Verse 1]
What you know about sellin' your soul?
Is it for sale or no?
I know about it, I packed it up in a box and delivered it to the crossroads in wrapping paper and a bow
Motherfucker, I've been high
Since knee-high, since teatime
Since birth from the beer buzz like bees fly
Five years old in the Polaroid, that's me high
Yeah, baby's at the bar, I got ladies at the bar that's tryin' to touch me, why?
Because we're all sick
All picked from the gutter by God like a broken bottle chip
Look, I admit I'm bipolar, it's part of my superpower
Hеy, speaking of bipolar, which one of me's for thе hour?
The rapper, the killer, the artist, the painter or father
Which part of my mind will come bring an empty plate and devour?
The meals set forth from the Lord of course
But yet of course, I sacrificed eating it all just to sharpen my sword
Unlikable to many, a saint to some
Maybe I'll get a chance, maybe the break will come
Already done plenty talking, I don't know what else I can say
I'm at the window with the caulking, trying to keep the rain away
Yeah, keeping Wayne out, but it's a lot holding in
I'm a fucking rain cloud, grab a raincoat, my friend, locced out
79
1-9-7-9
Hmm
Here we go
[Verse 1]
What you know about sellin' your soul?
Is it for sale or no?
I know about it, I packed it up in a box and delivered it to the crossroads in wrapping paper and a bow
Motherfucker, I've been high
Since knee-high, since teatime
Since birth from the beer buzz like bees fly
Five years old in the Polaroid, that's me high
Yeah, baby's at the bar, I got ladies at the bar that's tryin' to touch me, why?
Because we're all sick
All picked from the gutter by God like a broken bottle chip
Look, I admit I'm bipolar, it's part of my superpower
Hеy, speaking of bipolar, which one of me's for thе hour?
The rapper, the killer, the artist, the painter or father
Which part of my mind will come bring an empty plate and devour?
The meals set forth from the Lord of course
But yet of course, I sacrificed eating it all just to sharpen my sword
Unlikable to many, a saint to some
Maybe I'll get a chance, maybe the break will come
Already done plenty talking, I don't know what else I can say
I'm at the window with the caulking, trying to keep the rain away
Yeah, keeping Wayne out, but it's a lot holding in
I'm a fucking rain cloud, grab a raincoat, my friend, locced out
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