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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoNightmare
[Intro: Dr. TC]So, you tell me that everything just isn't going wellWell, first off[Verse 1]My only problem is deathFuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion respectBrain damage, therapy's the only thing I regretTalking to me is like a fucking body missing her neckBut, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top offLife is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cockedMy hands trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's redHer life is fucked, she's sad now, her son is dead[Hook]I told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seems[Verse 2]When I was younger, I would smile a lotI'm getting older, getting bolder, but a wiser topNow I'm drunk driving, lap's full of Budweiser topsLife is a movie and you're just a propThey begged me to stop, but I listen like death dronesLove? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get someMy father called me to tell me he loved meI'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck meAnnoying and I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch meI'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched meFeel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'allI'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogantIgnorant as fuck, defend people for the hell of itBecause I am the devil, fucker, get on my levelDoughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markersMy life is Ms. Monique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple[Hook][Interlude: Dr. TC]Tyler, here's some water manYou seem a little tense... how's Thebe?[Verse 3]All because a nigga just don't give a fuckParents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking upBut fuck that, you're a shitty parent, face it, suck it upThat's what you shoulda did before that nigga bust, huhFeel like I missed my little brother growing upFeel like my little brother missed his brother growing upBut this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing upI got a little taller since the last time you seen me, brahNow I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm pouring upBut I never had a drink, (Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!)My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enoughI won't feel the feelings I be feeling when I'm sobered upBut that's a fucking lie, why would he say that I'mAs emotionally straight as Travis when he's... (Tyler, calm down)Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to fucking cryAbout another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or dieI finally had a familyDomo's in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign meBut before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me?Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery deathOne ear I got kids screaming, "O.F. is the best"The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs atSo I can kill these levels of stress, shitThey say that I'm shock valueHow about you hop off cock and turn volume down?I haven't got around to telling my mom shit (why?)Cause I don't know how to... (whoa)All I want is her support, whenever the fight's at homeWhen mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shownNow she's really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrownAnd hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all goneLooking like a fucking monster from the Twilight ZoneThen they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad with a backpackFor the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black teesAnd deodorant like his house is my homeI could live with the same hatAnd the same flat-screen TV watching FlapjackAnd the same bacon and waffles on a nice SaturdayWhere I skate with the same fucking friends thatDidn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh"Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"Email full of emails, I never write backAin't kill myself yet, and I already want my life back[Hook][Verse 4]One shot, two shots, one gun, two copsI'm blowin' them flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockersYou're on the side of faggots and cock blockersI'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notchesI'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a humanCause I'm shrooming with the bangers and the carneysYou niggas can't harm me cause y'all know thatWe at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry (Tyler, calm down)Nigga, get off me[Outro](Calm down, man)Fuck off me man, fuck (what's gotten into you?)I don't know, it's like I'm a different person at timesSometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not (yeah, you...)As though I got a fucking voice in my headTelling me to do all this fucked up shit, man (yeah, what's this?)I don't fucking know, man (what's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)He tells me to do this shit, that I don't wanna fucking do (what's his name?)Tron Cat
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