Body Hurts Lyrics

Yeah

My fucking body hurts

But I gotta quench this thirst

Living for the art

But even when it's killing me I still embark

And depart from the physical pain

Feeling like I been hit by a literal train

Minimal gains ain't never been enough to call it even

But picking up my ball and leaving

Ain't never been my style I never call it an evening

Believe it when you waken up I ain't even started sleeping

My heart is beeping, Feel like it's running low

Blood pressure high enough to cop a fucking stroke

Had to put down the Tramadol I grew to love

Popping way more than Two-to-One

True I'm living the effects of a life spent

Balls to the wall, That shit that'll make the wife split

I might get three or four hours tops

And when I do wake up I can't make it stop

Being tired only makes me more tired

Tell the kid that rings the the time keepers fired

My fucking body hurts

Backstage taping up my body parts

It's like I'm laying midfield until they cart me off

Motionless at the Forty-Five, feeling my poorest

Like a Von Erich and I don't mean Doris

I wanna live until I'm old as Cloris

Leachman and teach men through Hip Hop chorus

That if we keep kicking up they can't ignore us

Tracking out my stems like a florist

I'm in the laboratory, I'm never stationary

My mental pencils the pictures in like a visionary

And even moments of clarity like such

Tend to meet a bitter end when coming down up off my crutch

Sobriety be bringing the arthritic pose

Grown man looking fetal feeling disposed

To fight through the pain if at all possible

Hurdling the hospital like track & field obstacles

This brother hit me up talking about a show in the burbs

Talking 'bout he got that work

I popped a Norc, Chased it with the sake & herb

I do it all for the art My fucking body hurts