A Whole Year Lyrics

This one's for everyone thinkin' I fucked Erin

But, no, I never hit it

Never got past first if you wanna get specific

How's that for airing out my dirty laundry? Terrific

It's like I get into a trance whenever I spit it, dig it?

See, now the whole hood's lookin' at me wrong

'Cause I rapped about a white girl over a Paramore song

Okay, it was a bit unconventional

But, admit it, to do it really required some testicles

It just goes to show that the flow hit a nerve

Sticks and stones break bones but I could kill you with words

Hit 'em with that "Ace" Franklin that knocked Chuck Liddell out

I've got scores to settle, punishment to shell out

Well now, I guess we should just cut to the chase

Niggas in the game can't keep up with my pace

Can't win the race

Poor little Tink Tink

Big hammer put these shots right where you think, think

'Fore I could blink life did a one-eighty

I guess I said somethin' that made you go and hate me

Got a Dear John letter in the mail from Melissa

Tellin' me to go fuck myself, go figure

So I'm back on the liquor and the chron'

Puttin' all my wrongs in the songs for those who follow along

Screamin' "I'm Gone!"

Ashlea caught me in the bathroom with a blonde gettin' my Roethlisberger on

But I'm on the heroin, I swear I'm goin' clean

Swear to the Father that I spit it for the Bean

So when Clinton Sparks passed up on me it kinda sucked

But I came back harder than a Blake Griffin dunk

Now they love me, pour drinks when I come around

Two girls, one cup, shit's about to go down

Niggas shot Dukati and robbed LT for money

Now the whole hood panic like Stan Van Gundy

Shout out to BooBrad, the homie Lee Majors

My nigga MA Dre said, "G, go get the paper,

And if the haters hatin', let the motherfuckers hate you."

The mic to me is like the urn to The Undertaker

But we celebratin', baby, it's a huge event

I am three years removed from my last suicide attempt

Do what you do, go with the feelin'

Three's in the air, Graveyard in the buildin'

Hands to the sky, I swear on my life

I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, I live for tonight

Feel this moment for the rest of your life

Feel this moment for the rest of your life

Hands to the sky, I swear on my life

I ain't worried 'bout tomorrow, I live for tonight

Feel this moment for the rest of your life

Feel this moment for the rest of your life

I took a loss in New York but I came back a winner

Now my attitude cold like the winter

Same attitude that made Steph walk out on me at dinner

But these kids are pissin' me off, call me Principal Skinner

I was gone

I ain't know how to deal with the trauma

I was feelin' lost, almost lost my momma

More commas on the check brought more drama

As I sit back and take in more ganja

And ask why I can't love a girl like Yole Anna,

Cousin Mike said to me, "You know what's your problem?

You be tryin' to fuck life without no condom.

Meanin' you ain't breedin' nothin' but bad karma.

And you know that the Lord warned you,

Can't pour gasoline on the fire and expect a sauna.

'Cause when the house burn down like Em and Rihanna,

You'll do anything to get out that bitch, Carson Palmer."

I can't quit, that is not how I was raised

The game's full of Yankees and Tampa Bay Rays

They hatin' on the Bean, they told me give it up

But Boston made Layne like Chicago made Punk

So I scream it in every song

Rep the town like Ben Affleck 'til I'm gone, baby, gone

They say I'm somewhere in between J. Cole and Drizzy

But they the ones who said it was smart to bet against me

Layne Cobain, the Rehab Hero

I spit cocaine, you are just Coke Zero

When you clean they examine how you win

So I'm poppin' ginger ale like Josh Hamilton

Tryin' to get Cliff Lee money

At the same time tryin' to shake the Devil from me

Lord would you save me?

Demon on my shoulder influencin' my actions

No angel on the other side, he must be stuck in traffic

Shout out to Mall Gritty, shout out to Stacks Digi,

My nigga Milt, I got real niggas ridin' with me

They ask why it's Graveyard 'til I die

I just got 365 more reasons why

Give a fuck how you feel, where you from, who you know,

What you rep, what you get, where you've gone, where you'll go

And this'll probably make 'em say that I went too far

But the show goes on, Straight Edge Superstar