[Intro]
So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?
[Verse 1]
It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seeing something scary; it's blurry, make it clearer
I got a funny feeling that today will be the day
That someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, hey
I did some wrong In My Time of Dying but
I never felt the nerve to make the motherfucking final cut
I've been depressed for no fucking reason
But every problem's got a reason; I'm kinda having trouble breathing
Somebody help me, hear my plead, my battle cry
My psychic told me, it's gonna be hard for Brad to die
She told a lie; I think I oughta shoot the bitch
I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit
Click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it
Aw shit, goddammit!
I'm having a fucked up day to begin with
I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this
My homies tend to think I get too high
I'm doing fine, now pass me the formaldehyde
The only thing that seems to help me cope
Is when I'm drunker than a motherfucker puffin' on the chronic smoke
And then I'm able to deal with the woes
The friends, the foes, the bitches, the hoes
I gotta gang of niggas, and none of them I'd fuck
I gotta gang of bitches, and none of them I'd trust
Trust a bitch, nope, uh-uh, never
I'm having enough trouble trying to keep my damn self together
They got me by the balls
So please, help me break these motherfucking...
{*pause*} .. these motherfucking walls
So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?
[Verse 1]
It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seeing something scary; it's blurry, make it clearer
I got a funny feeling that today will be the day
That someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, hey
I did some wrong In My Time of Dying but
I never felt the nerve to make the motherfucking final cut
I've been depressed for no fucking reason
But every problem's got a reason; I'm kinda having trouble breathing
Somebody help me, hear my plead, my battle cry
My psychic told me, it's gonna be hard for Brad to die
She told a lie; I think I oughta shoot the bitch
I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit
Click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it
Aw shit, goddammit!
I'm having a fucked up day to begin with
I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this
My homies tend to think I get too high
I'm doing fine, now pass me the formaldehyde
The only thing that seems to help me cope
Is when I'm drunker than a motherfucker puffin' on the chronic smoke
And then I'm able to deal with the woes
The friends, the foes, the bitches, the hoes
I gotta gang of niggas, and none of them I'd fuck
I gotta gang of bitches, and none of them I'd trust
Trust a bitch, nope, uh-uh, never
I'm having enough trouble trying to keep my damn self together
They got me by the balls
So please, help me break these motherfucking...
{*pause*} .. these motherfucking walls
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