K Bibbles - Near Death

Woke up, wrong side of the bed, pretty upset
Rolled some weed, gotta clear my head
Might go pop a bottle instead
Fed up, I gotta get my bread up, Ben
Franklin, lookin' for the key that I need to go and make some
Make way, boy's out here makin' bacon
Shakin' up the game, ain't fakin'
Say that I won't make it, but I know who I am, no mistakin'
Got a voice and a message, someone you shouldn't mess with, if you're on my good side, it's a blessing
I'm reckless, pent up aggression that's been building up for years, maybe I should see a therapist
But I'm broke so I'm pissed and I'm pissed so you stupid motherfuckers keep on adding to my list
Murders kinda hard to resist but I won't do life if I use two fists

This music's abusive
But it helps me get it out when I been steady goin' through shit
Sometimes life's stupid
So find the people you can trust when you know you're 'bout to lose it
Douchebag, and the shoe fits
But I won't ever be the pussy to go smackin' 'round with loose lips
Mouth shut, super-glued it
Grateful that I'm still alive and I'm lucid
I got pretty damn close
And I woulda got it done, that's 100, no rope
I almost slipped, like woah, hate math but you won't need "Y" to find my slope
Lost hope, then I found it
Think it happened once the pistol hit my mouth
Everybody's got shit, we must handle it right
Stop comparing yourself, you must get up and fight

We really gotta learn to shake it off
We really gotta learn to look past our past cuz it's gone
But remember so you don't repeat the wrong
The lessons that we learn should be observed and taken note of along
It's a road that goes fast or for long
Sometimes it's our choice but most often, it's up to the Gods
At least we're humans and not little frogs
We're free to do basically anything within the law
But sometimes it's a blast to go fuck up the law
Throwing wrath at some punk, hit his jaw, then it drops to the floor
Blaring Drowning Pool, you know the song, bounce your head back and forth like it's pong
Off the wall
You're the ball, I'm the dog
You're washed up, we can backdate the log, way before playing BOG, talkin' CoD
You've been fishy forever, so tart, and it's been from the jump, that's the start

Written by:
KANE BRIDEWELL, KYLE BEEBE

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