Rog - Manic

Living two lives, this aggravation proof
Feeling overanxious, trying not to tie the noose
Screws rattle in my head kinda loud
But I keep popping bars maybe I won't make a sound
Sh
What the fucks the ground?
I'm in fantasy like cloud
I know any day can be the finale
Hanging off the roof,
Should I learn the truth?
Bitch hotter than a blonde at a pep rally
Always think that it's okay, until your caught put in dismay
Living carefree, minus all the paranoia
Shame keep building up, trying to get like third degree
But now you living carefree, so that mental won't destroy ya
You just keep on popping, doing anything to "play" now
Look at you, your pops was right, stealing just to pay now
Mirror, can you look now?
Petty, but the guilt how?
All to say it's sentimental
Twisted bastard got no mental
Call me Mr. Stolen cuz this life is a car
That's how I'm driving till it leaves a scar
I don't wanna stick n poke, I want the real deal
Baby I love death, tat me up till I squeal
Living two lives, this aggravation proof
Feeling overanxious trying not to tie the noose
Screws rattle in my head kinda loud
But I keep popping bars maybe I won't make a sound
Sh
What the fucks the ground?
I'm in fantasy like cloud
I know any day can be the finale
Hanging off the roof,
Should I learn the truth?
Bitch hotter than a blonde at a pep rally
Lights camera action, gotta learn to deal with crowds
Rock these shows, maybe make my nanny proud
Knows all the drugs I'm on right now
That ain't right to me, but I still don't stop
Type of guy where faster's yellow
Hope one day I crash in a meadow
Some Mac, I don't know, be mellow
With a j in my mouth, to tell Satan hello!
Life's a blessing but what if you're a curse?
Everything Ying Yang so what about life?
Said my heart black, but thought it was phases
Guess it stuck with me throughout all the stages
Uh, hold up all I see a frown
Every fucking day, cuz I took the mask off
All these sacrifices better fuckin pay off
If not it's a spray off
I don't care what I'll be toting
Fuck who's lost in the commotion
Fish up in a barrel
But the barrel is the ocean
Worked bitch my devotion
How hard at your addiction
Popped three addys, made six songs
In 12 hours, do I got your satisfaction
All hits by the way close to perfection
If I died today, would I have made it with the stars
I ask, cuz I'm scared I won't go far
Pick my feet up, cuz I'm still on the journey
Every day, I work a little closer to a jersey
All I hear I'm manic, an obsession
Matter fact, four hours be depressive
Can't take shit, don't want progressive
Wanna recess, the mess is fucking massive

Written by:
Anthony Serse

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