[Intro]
Today's Thursday November 7th, 2013
And I'm fed up with doin' all of this business Hopsin Knock Madness shit, man
Fuck this rap game
[Hook]
I swear to God I'm feelin' so sick (so sick)
It's like I don't know where my home is (home is)
A nigga gone, you can see it in my eyes
I ain't even got the strength to fucking cry
So tell me if you can find me
Where'd I go? Have you seen me?
I don't know
You see I used to think that my money would bring me happiness and
Now I can't believe this is happening, where did I go?
[Verse]
A nigga feel gone, lost, ain't got no purpose
Spent a year locked in churches
Trying to jot the verses
But I'm stuck with these rotten curses
Every time I rap you can hear the pain burn through
'Cause I never had a real family to turn to
I got shit on my nerves
To give me the urge
To yell curse words but I'm really tryin' to learn to keep it all under control
But I can't 'cause I'm stuck in a hole
The devil tryna puppet my soul
Making me a slave to the game, taking away my joys and then handing me a bucket of gold
No! I don't want it no more
Take these groupies, I ain't fucking your whores
Imagine being fed when your stomache don't roar
I wake up every morning and in a rugged cold war
Fuck my life, the fuck am I doin', man?
Hopsin, you're the man, I love all your songs I'm like a really big fan
Issues occured and started back in high school when I used to get beat on
Now I hide myself with contacts and the fame's a drug I OD on
Today's Thursday November 7th, 2013
And I'm fed up with doin' all of this business Hopsin Knock Madness shit, man
Fuck this rap game
[Hook]
I swear to God I'm feelin' so sick (so sick)
It's like I don't know where my home is (home is)
A nigga gone, you can see it in my eyes
I ain't even got the strength to fucking cry
So tell me if you can find me
Where'd I go? Have you seen me?
I don't know
You see I used to think that my money would bring me happiness and
Now I can't believe this is happening, where did I go?
[Verse]
A nigga feel gone, lost, ain't got no purpose
Spent a year locked in churches
Trying to jot the verses
But I'm stuck with these rotten curses
Every time I rap you can hear the pain burn through
'Cause I never had a real family to turn to
I got shit on my nerves
To give me the urge
To yell curse words but I'm really tryin' to learn to keep it all under control
But I can't 'cause I'm stuck in a hole
The devil tryna puppet my soul
Making me a slave to the game, taking away my joys and then handing me a bucket of gold
No! I don't want it no more
Take these groupies, I ain't fucking your whores
Imagine being fed when your stomache don't roar
I wake up every morning and in a rugged cold war
Fuck my life, the fuck am I doin', man?
Hopsin, you're the man, I love all your songs I'm like a really big fan
Issues occured and started back in high school when I used to get beat on
Now I hide myself with contacts and the fame's a drug I OD on
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