James Joyce

I'm depressed, I think I need a cigarette, But I'm broke, damn, life a bitch

Runnin' through the parallels, my reflections like fairy tales

Evermore, they tryna commercialize me, I do it like Jenga, hit a dance floor and crash a whole party, yo

My aggression so cutthroat, she like it when I choke her throat

I became a monster, even all these friends still feelin' like a loner

I now like bein' sober, so many changes in my life, I'm like a dress room

Sometimes hatred in my heart and emptiness like a vacuum

The man who controls the computer controls the whole universe, like a sixth sense

I'll fuck your muda and your sista nigga, is that some sort of incest

I know a lot of people think they hurt me, but they pathetic insults couldn't leave a trace