[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I don't even wanna fucking do this song, for real
But I wouldn't be real if I didn't
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin', "Momma, what have I become?"
All I wanted was a family, but when I look up, you the only one
Losing everything but money, everybody left and I don't even get to see my young
Only happiness I get is in the studio or when I get to do another run
On the road, doin' shows, get the woes, when it slows
Gettin cold, getting old, but the flows, gettin' sold
I've been doin' this a minute but I think I wanna end it 'cause I'm on a higher level when I go
But the music I be doin', it be losin' 'em and make it really tough for me to grow
All I wanted was a family portrait, see my babies on a ranch with horses
But I was fucking devil bitches in corsets
I was livin' really good then I torched it
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm speakin' for real and I never meant to make your daughter cry
But I guess I'm a failure with women I'm lost and I feel like I ought to die
Feel like that I'm rotting away, my life is just off in the grey
How much does it cost? I will pay, to lay, and be off in a coffin today
I mean off in ashes, this life ain't after it clashes, If I get blasted
This is Suicide Letters all over again, I thought that I passed it
But I guess that I didn't, 'cause this one is written and there is no mending
When I'm broke I'm a joke, when I croak I just hope that I won't be descending
But this ain't a joke, I want you to know that Tech Ninna is never pretending
Alone in my bed, with a gun to my head, asking, "where is my happy ending?"
Yeah
I don't even wanna fucking do this song, for real
But I wouldn't be real if I didn't
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin', "Momma, what have I become?"
All I wanted was a family, but when I look up, you the only one
Losing everything but money, everybody left and I don't even get to see my young
Only happiness I get is in the studio or when I get to do another run
On the road, doin' shows, get the woes, when it slows
Gettin cold, getting old, but the flows, gettin' sold
I've been doin' this a minute but I think I wanna end it 'cause I'm on a higher level when I go
But the music I be doin', it be losin' 'em and make it really tough for me to grow
All I wanted was a family portrait, see my babies on a ranch with horses
But I was fucking devil bitches in corsets
I was livin' really good then I torched it
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm speakin' for real and I never meant to make your daughter cry
But I guess I'm a failure with women I'm lost and I feel like I ought to die
Feel like that I'm rotting away, my life is just off in the grey
How much does it cost? I will pay, to lay, and be off in a coffin today
I mean off in ashes, this life ain't after it clashes, If I get blasted
This is Suicide Letters all over again, I thought that I passed it
But I guess that I didn't, 'cause this one is written and there is no mending
When I'm broke I'm a joke, when I croak I just hope that I won't be descending
But this ain't a joke, I want you to know that Tech Ninna is never pretending
Alone in my bed, with a gun to my head, asking, "where is my happy ending?"
Yeah
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