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TheRAPY Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Grab a scalpel, oh so fine. Let's use it as a key to unlock the sublime mind of mine
As....
Glass shatters, blood splatters. Brain damage, doesn't matter. Grey matter, Ideas scatter
Mad hatter, as reality rips and splits and gets torn into tatters.
Remove myself from the latter
As I'm getting older, I'm getting fatter. My inner self becoming flatter
I'm confusing and forgetting everything. From string to bling, from prong to bing, from tongs to tings, it doesn't fucking matter
I find myself as if I'm blindly walking through life's abyss.
The only thing that's grounding me are memories that I haven't missed
I find the happiest moments tend to be when I am on the piss
Or inside a woman, having a jizz
Or getting so stoned, I can't remember who the fuck I is
I look back and I notice this
That I've done a lot of motherfucking stupid shit
To balance has the amount of work that I did
upon reflection that I had to put into it
But you know that's all cool, Though.
This life's not yours but mine, bro
It is what it is, yo.
Life's hard till you're charred, ho.
Make no fucking difference, no
I still wanted it, it all, though.
Making money, taking money, bringing home, the dough
To your honey, ho.
Still making it through, though
Just as a weird kid
With a beard skid
Under feared lids
That had been hid
From my eyelids
Since I was an embryo
I can't believe I've got a job with the sole purpose of teaching kids
Which is why I'm confused and fucked up and fed up and think I've had enough of this
Ahh fucking same old five days on, two days off. Bullshit
The monotony has gotten me in a headspace questioning, now what?
Am I supposed to spend my life educating the next generation of motherfucking twats?
Losing sleep and soul, over whether or not I've got the shit taught
And I'm caught up
In this time of mine, trying to split up.
This never ending, To-do list
Will I be spending the next thirty years doing the same old motherfucking shit?
Why does it matter when we all end up in a six-foot pit at the end of it?
Falling rotten, dead and forgotten, and devoted into this work shit
Do we keep going on, until we've had enough of it? My head is gonna split
I think it's about time we change the motherfucking skit
So grab a scalpel, yeah, oh so fine.
Let's use it to unlock this sublime mind of mine
As glass shatters, blood splatters,
Brain damaged, doesn't matter,
Grey matter, Ideas scatter
Mad hatter, as reality rips and split, torn in tatters
Remove myself from the latter.
As I'm getting older, getting fatter
My inner self becoming flatter.
It's confusing and I'm forgetting everything
From ring to ring
From bongs to wings,
From frogs to kings,
It doesn't fucking matter
It's because of all this stress and shit that I'm always gonna go through, though
I spend more of my dough time, yo, getting motherfucking Blotto
Trying to look for answers at the bottom of a bottle
Trying to forget the necks that I want to throttle
Maybe I'll be fine though?
But I feel the only way of surviving this
Is by looking for my second self, through deep drags of my third spliff
While imagining myself rolling on the floor made of fat tits
As if,
Shit!!!
You all know, yo, how this all goes, ho
We won't learn from the rut that we're in
Admit it, no, though, you'll be doing the same shit tomorrow
You gonna live in sin
However, there are new skills, new pills, new thrills,
New deals I've begin to tap
Encouraging new ways, new days, new raves, new craves
To keep going, grow, and adapt
Man, I hate this crap, but within my down time
In my own town, I'mma couch tumour.
Watching countless comedies on Netflix to help boost my motherfucking sense of humour
Then getting depressed cause it feels like that
I'm looking down the barrels of my motherfucking future
Man, I wish I'd done more in my life
Just staple it up and glue up shut
My motherfucking suture
Yo, what you doing
I'm trying to fix up my fucking life
Fuck off
So grab a scalpel, yeah, oh so fine.
Let's use it to unlock this sublime mind of mine
As glass shatters, blood splatters,
Brain damaged, doesn't matter,
Grey matter, Ideas scatter
Mad hatter, as reality splits and rips, torn in tatters
Remove myself from the latter.
As I'm getting older, getting fatter
My inner self becoming flatter.
It's confusing and I'm forgetting everything
From dongs to drinks,
From Tongs to tings,
From songs to swings
It doesn't Fucking Matter
I'm domesticated, self medicated
I'm grated self-berated
As I celebrate from doing fucking nothing
Complaining about everything
Acting like a king
Not knowing anything
From the people who are suffering
I don't know anything other than the fact
That I am moth-er-fuck-ing noth-ing
Abandon my ego at the age of 26
It's coming after three years
Who thinks like this?
I feel like I'm too young
Getting caught up this deep in a rut
But this shit doesn't do anything for me
To wanna get off my butt.
These thoughts come in swarms when I'm all alone
And I like being stoned and safe while I'm on my own
As it turns out to be a warm goal of mine
To have my time till let me become a fully grown
Gnome
And being the selfish prick I am
I don't want to grow old and die alone
Am I alone?
I want anything all the time without actually knowing of
Anything that I fucking want
In a constant state of flux
With bio-socio urges being at the centre of my taunt
And I'm haunted by the self-inflicted nagging voices in my head
That are coming at me with authority
So I'm guessing like everyone else
I am my own worst enemy
Toxic unapproachable like a fucking Sea anemone
Continuously stinging me
Till the motherfucking day that I
D.I.E
So grab a scalpel, yeah, oh so fine.
Let's use it to unlock this sublime mind of mine
As glass shatters, blood splatters,
Brain damaged, doesn't matter,
Grey matter, Ideas scatter
Mad hatter, as reality rips and splits,
and gets torn in tatters
Remove myself from the latter.
As I'm getting older, getting fatter
My inner self becoming flatter.
It's confusing and I'm forgetting everything
From string to bling
From bong to bing
It doesn't Fucking Matter
Ahhhhh
That's a relief
That's good TheRAPY