Letter to my Fans ft. Odd Hal Lyrics

Yo

This is the last one

Ugh

Fuck

Yo

Here's a letter to my fans, let me see you raise your hand

If your slinging tax-free Kush in a gold minivan

Cause weed is the fucking shit

Helps to numb the pain at the end of a relationship

Bro give me a rip, I'll shotgun smoke from your lips

To the chest faster than a rounds of a semi-automatic

I'll start rapping 'bout how acid is the gateway to a land with

Happiness and tolerance, man Heaven really is fantastic

Damn

I can't believe that this person

The love of my life walked out, clearly certain

That she's leaving me, it's plain to see

No longer gives a fuck about me

What happened to our family

Just us, two cats, and a plant of weed!

Started off with late fights happening every other night

With snores like elevators' free-falling fifty flights

I'd get kicked out, no lights, Stumble to the office and cry

Lying on a blanket on the floor 'til the sun starts to rise

One day I open my eyes, she don't want me in sight

We got in a fight while she was waiting for a flight

Told me to take a hike before her plane fuckin' arrived

And this is the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life

Shit don't always turn out the way they should

Sometimes shit is better if you don't knock on wood

It's been a lot of struggle

But it's one piece of the puzzle

I'll find another neck to nuzzle

And another cat to snuggle

And I won't always get in trouble

Allowing pricks to burst my bubble

Double-walled box on my shoulders

Strong enough to hold a boulder

So I can take the shit that seems to fuckin' fly my way

You can throw anything, any day

I'll swat them all away!

Like I'm tapping my grandma with a flyswatter on the back

Telling her I saw a gnat, no wait, it was an old bat

'Cause she can handle that shit, 'cause she's the lady I get

My bronze heart that keeps beating no matter all the dents

I've survived being poor, I've slept a month on the floor

Been given tours of more floors of hospitals' psych wards

Than I can count to so that's what? One, two, three, four

Ah fuck it, my brain's already sore!

Might be the ECT, Electroshock Therapy

Twelve rounds of it, and I didn't always fall asleep

Second time in I don't get enough anesthesia

Felt the zap that prompts the seizures, sometimes amnesia

Not for me though, I fuckin' remember that shit

It takes a lot of fuckin drugs to have an effect

Saw a doc up north who was anti-conventional

Filled my 'scripts to the tip, Ketamine and Adderall

Takin it by IV and a spray bottle nasally

I took that shit every night religiously

It's the closest to god that I've ever fuckin' come

Listen to Box in the Mirror, that shit saved my life once

But then he loses his license because this man that I trusted

With all of my shit, up until he got busted

Disturbing sexual abuse to three female clients

And I saw what they meant, I could see all the signs

You get so personal and so vulnerable

He sucks you in like he cares and wants you to be stable

And you believe that shit because he has his license

But now you wonder if it's all just lies and bullshit

He puts you on so many meds that shocks every doctor

That you've tried to see since but no one wants to foster

A patient as sick and fucked up as me!

Can only pay my copay with Monopoly money

But the meds melted my brain of fuckin' cement

The help was postmarked as being Heaven-sent

Sometimes life throws your body headlong in a blender

Until you're nothing but a swirl of dust and magenta

Damn

Pac said it best

Life Goes On

Peace