Apathy (Remastered) ft. Killah Priest Lyrics

(Attention)

A bit tired they say

Kinda empty but it's not the same

That's the same road, just a different lane

It's like the same needle in a different vein

Times flies, is so hard to maintain this high

And pain makes everything harder to explain

Don't play with my mind, reset my brain

I'm lying on my back, my eyes on a rose

Don't need a cheap bitch to entertain my soul

Don't even want 'em close

When they act like they know how to steal the show

My mood swings so fast, I forgot who I was

Hoes on my phone, I decline the calls

Don't even want 'em close

When they act like they know how to steal the show

I'm running from myself

Compulsively numb out like nobody else

Sometimes it seems like this life got no sense

That's why I'm still here when they leave the sesh

Even the dust shines bright under blinding lights

And it's always too late when you check the price

I'm like hypnotized while she spills the ice

Beautiful escape, throw the magic dice

Happiness is gone but I'm movin' on quicker

B I don't think about you when I stay with her

7:00 am cold sweat and liquor

'Se now I feel more incline to fall for a stripper

Her big eyes fly high over the dollar sign

She doesn't get distracted, she so devine

Up and down that pole, she can touch the sky

Withdrawal doesn't intensify

I'm lying on my back, my eyes on a rose

Don't need a cheap bitch to entertain my soul

Don't even want 'em close

When they act like they know how to steal the show

My mood swings so fast, I forgot who I was

Hoes on my phone, I decline the calls

Don't even want 'em close

When they act like they know how to steal the show

Throw it, roll it, I squeeze 'n′ hold it

She reveal it, then walk on ceiling

Bust it down, you know the feeling

Open it wide, come 'n′ get it (yes)

Work that pole, twerk some more (twerk it baby)

Throw some dough, fast 'n′ slow

She go low them cheeks on go (haha)

Ass on swole, I play my role

Lap dance, then she rock it to a handstand

Went from throwing Jefferson's to throwing Grants

It's a blessing she′s so advanced

Went from throwing Jefferson′s to throwing Grants

Head in my pants through one more chance

Here we go

Damn

I'm lying on my back, my eyes on a rose

Don't need a cheap bitch to entertain my soul

Don't even want 'em close

When they act like they know how to steal the show

My mood swings so fast, I forgot who I was

Hoes on my phone, I decline the calls

Don't even want 'em close

When they know how to steal the show