Storm Chaser Rehab (Ft. Big Gipp & CeeLo Green)

And breathing's overrated, storm chasing and it's getting later
I used to lover her now I hate her, she's a brain raider
Falling in a crater, of lost memories
I'm so out of hand I don't even fuck with me
I'm goin' trippin', drunk and slippin', sleepin' in ditches
Switchin' prescriptions, bangin' a random hoe and itchin'
I don't give a flyin' faeces, I ain't one with the human species
Slappin' the nurse, tryin' to up my C-C's
I fall apart, take all my pain, turn it into art
Blowin' up a K-Mart and blame it all on Mozart
Fuck I'm surprised I got a deal, every two hours I take a pill
That's where I'm at, it's all surreal
I got imaginary friends, an imaginary life
An imaginary wife and a real knife
Out of here by next weekend
Hung over on the dresser with my brain leakin'

And I run away from the light of day
I am not okay, my soul's a misery

I think I'm losin' my mind
I'm whacked out, on jack and blacked out
Trapped in a crackhour full of d-d-d-d-d-doubt
I got guilt to the hilt, I fight tears and fears
Been out for ten years, hit a big bump off the mirror
Find me at www dot, I came to trouble you dot
Come here motherfucker, take your best shot
Suicidal, got a lot of demons to fight, I'll
Probably sit in a chair and put my mouth around a rifle
I feel abused to lose the blues
I'll bring my booze, I'm in the who's who's
And dope fiends and floozies in the land
Preparing for news, these niggas are never choosy
The morning sun is like a sledgehammer to the forehead