Mock me, not how I got here Lyrics

Gave it too much time now I can't even think

Am I gonna fucking make or am I gonna fucking sink

Spend two long years trapped in my head

Can't remember about this morning if I took my fucking meds

Got no money in the bank

Got no gas in the tank

I'm just asking for passion I'm going insane

He ain't gonna fucking do it he can't even fucking call

Because I'm tired of feeling like I'm never gonna ball

Bitch it's mother fucking mette

Want to pull up in a vette

But I can't even pay for the cashiers check

Two days in my room

Now I'm feeling the gloom

Got use it excuses give me nothing to do

What I'm doing seems to mean nothing to you

Sliced through the heart now I'm cut into two

I'm fucked and I'm stuck in a rut with a skew

Fuck

Talking bout talking bout mocking us all

And I can't even stop it

The profit

Of a prophet in a coffin

I ain't gonna be brainwashed

Drinking the same sauce

Day after day

Wonder where has the pay gone

They gonna worship my ass like I'm Dagon

Sitting in class like what is my page on

Turning the stage on

Ain't gonna stay gone

Wait till I play and I start to flame on

Grab a coke and a smoke

Gonna float

To the rope

Will i choke

Don't know

Gonna hope

That I don't

Because it goes to show

Skinwalkers don't die they just follow close

Come on Vamonos

Get on the road

Take off her clothes

Then on to shows

I ain't got the spare time to sit and fucking chat

Rather make a fucking beat while I eat a fucking snack

Take the bar how want

Cuz I got both kinds

Get jerked so much that I might go blind

Life wants me here

They want me there

Life's eating me up

Ain't enough to share

Gonna give up in a minute when im sinning

Independence is the penance of the winning

And im feeling like a mother fucking loser

I can only really blame myself if I lose her