Cabin Fever Qwel
"Cabin Fever" by Qwel, released in 2005, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of isolation, introspection, and mental struggle. The lyrics delve into personal experiences and emotional turmoil, using vivid imagery and clever wordplay. Unique elements include intricate rhyme schemes and a blend of introspective beats, contributing to its underground appeal.
Just when I can't take no more
Staring in the face of when it rains it pours
The snake scraping straight through the stains
To sores like fade ain't weight
But tryin' to break my door
It's like the more I shake, the more I hate this floor
I hate this life with ice my main supports
Ignore inner advice to slice my veins for sport
Denying my pride just like I ain't the sort
When that's a lie I'm as weak as the pay reports
Thirty days on the road, ain't made a buck
And tryin' to save my voice
Hoist away at my ego, me my favorite choice
Just like we made our graves but probably blame our boys
As I turn this graying page, gaining fame to avoid
Today the same day again just like I anchored this void
Can't measure all the treasures that this pain done destroyed
I painted it, avoided naming it for blame it'd employed
Came and hit me like a gypsy, tipsy, claiming it's coin
Did me like windy city misery with grace of the ancients
Prayin' for Nathan but the will to see the will for the faithless
Staring in the face of when it rains it pours
The snake scraping straight through the stains
To sores like fade ain't weight
But tryin' to break my door
It's like the more I shake, the more I hate this floor
I hate this life with ice my main supports
Ignore inner advice to slice my veins for sport
Denying my pride just like I ain't the sort
When that's a lie I'm as weak as the pay reports
Thirty days on the road, ain't made a buck
And tryin' to save my voice
Hoist away at my ego, me my favorite choice
Just like we made our graves but probably blame our boys
As I turn this graying page, gaining fame to avoid
Today the same day again just like I anchored this void
Can't measure all the treasures that this pain done destroyed
I painted it, avoided naming it for blame it'd employed
Came and hit me like a gypsy, tipsy, claiming it's coin
Did me like windy city misery with grace of the ancients
Prayin' for Nathan but the will to see the will for the faithless
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