Samuel Vincent - Malaise

Yeah
Okay
A crippled man with a tarnished past
Even Montresor couldn't stash me behind the cask
A rash decision, my life
The crash collision, my strife
Impaired vision
Cut the mic, scission
My cash position is tighter than a punch, that Street Fighter
The Uppercut that lay you out, that Tiger
There's no need for the viper
Playing quarters with one of ya man's daughters, I'm nicer
A lighter version of rugs that's Persian, a mug that's burning
I'm still learning how I'm supposed to React, Erick Sermon
I downed a fifth of that English Bourbon
And started swerving on my way to AA cuz I'm a different person
Growing up they would hit me in my stomach lots
It's a fucking wonder that I never grew to pummel cops
Bombing every track with excellence
You dudes can't halt the power of this pestilence
Lines be extra thick
Uh
I'll be damned if I ain't persistent
Musical foundation is non-existent
I guess that's it, there's nothing else that I gotta say
I've been trying to figure out how the hell I should spend my days
The shitfaced routine is played out, Bob and Jay
Bring me back to the better times, watching Hobbs play
I'm not okay
Samuel Vincent

Written by:
Sam Bukofsky

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