Toho Lyrics

Hey yo, yo, I got this cup full of Remy Martin and I got my problems

Cause I got more problems than your average bloke

Two lawsuits and a demand for coke

I left dreamland so I guess I oughta know when problems gon' hit my antennas

I keep my casket closed

They wonder why you act alone

The powder's strong, I feel it numbin' up my nasal bone

The weight is on, I can't remember why I had a home

I'm better off wanderin' the planet till I finally cope

The thought that no one could love you

The lies we tell ourself and disguise it as being humble

Realistically, my psyche's in due for another crumble

To leave me cursing out anybody who cares about you

Ringing every psychiatrist, you tell me ways to change

It's another thing I can go dismiss

Gained a little fame, but I never ruled with an iron fist

A little too relaxed

Mai Tai's and a salmon dish

My oni red Chevy run through Shibuya

My hand on the wheel right next to the Frank Muller

Head out the window, we jacked the police cruiser

My name in obits, I'm just reading the news to ya

Oh

I just got these problems

And nobody

Is here to help me

No one to save me

These benders beginnin' to make my stomach hollow

That tends to be the case with only pills to swallow

I think I convinced myself if I go drown the sorrow

In drugs and liquor, then maybe I won't wake up tomorrow

Half the time I run around like I'm decapitated

Regurgitate my words

I'm regrettin' when I'm no longer faded

Used to think if I do better, what the fuck changes

Don't remember takin' the shots

Just seen the shell cases

Forgiveness dog, man, they use the sound like it's bitch to me

The pressure I be takin' got me walkin' up with two broken knees

Saw a picture of myself when I was 19

Two of them in jail and the other four, they can't even breathe

And there's a survivor's guilt written on my face

I guess I can acknowledge we all might be in a better place

Lookin' in my eyes and rememberin' all the fuckin' hate

I had for everything in my life

I guess I oughta pray

Used to run the block, Tommy Vercetti

My mind on my money, that's on my Sonny Forelli

As the world spins like a fresh set of Pirellis

And havin' this paranoia have me clutchin' on my semi

Kill me where I stand, but the people will resurrect me

I'm the most Machiavelli livin' up in this century

You start to see the visions when your morals ain't connecting

The person you're becomin' just watchin' the clock tickin'

Woah

I just got these problems

And nobody

Is here to help me

No one to save me