Spud:z - Chunks

I need sleep
I'm not getting a wink
Instead I stay up
Fascinated by the way you think
Eyelids are getting heavy and I'm starting to sink
I feel the light begin to fade but just before the brink
I think you're gorgeous
And talking to you is more important
Than the sleep I need in order to wake up in the morning
You inspire me to try and even when I'm dying inside
You still find a way to make the dead smile without warning

Shit my life is dedicated both to
You and our daughter
The odd days that I wake up happy it's because I'm a father
I'm slowly letting myself degrade into a human chopping board
To try to pay you back or in some way replace my bad karma.
Every chunk of me that's missing
Representing what I stole
I took an already broken heart
And filled it with holes
A treasure to which all the money
In the world couldn't measure
Regretting the mass that I added to your feather-weight soul

And as the darkness of a starchy heart gets gradually colder
I sit as stubborn as a donkey on a nice bolder
I'll be Shrek when I'm older
Sell the soles of my shoes
And buy a swamp in the overgrowth with what's left over
I don't know how to not love you
So I'll do it on my own
Keep it hidden maybe spit and written down but never shown
I'll try my best not to compliment
Or cause an argument cus I was too busy caring about your life than my own

With every passing day
I seem to lose another piece And be it mentally or physically
I'm stuck in a funk
I'm sick of being sick of everything
I need some confidence but the only time I can get it
Is when I'm stoned or drunk
I could use some rust protection
Where's my fucking warranty
The body I got is broken
And my eyes are sunk
Haven't I suffered enough
No?
Well fuckit keep goin'
With the mental self battles
And missing physical chunks

I'm a Paranoid
Schizophrenic
Basket case of spastic,
With trust and daddy issues
And a hatred for plastic
I'm my blood you'll find glass dust
And thc resin starting to form into a hard string like elastic
Every chunk of me that's missing
Represents what I've become
A solid heart with so many holes its practically A1
I'll keep chipping away
At a nasty masterpiece of scum
Till karma says my life is either ending or it's begun.

Shit I don't want to be number one
Just wanna make it on the list
Don't wanna fade into the distance
It's my job to bear the rough edge
I cut glass for a living
Precision is my fucking business
But simply windows ain't enough
For this untrained stuntman
I'll fight an unmanned
Gun stand
One handed with
Only fun facts
While a horse called
Sun dance
Jumps over
My nonexistent
Drunk fans
I look like a scumbag
But i dont run that
Man Fuck that I'll
Keep pumping this bullshit out
While I wait for real rap to make a come back.

Written by:
Bryan Lewis

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