CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Microphone Therapy
I'm a sc*mbag, an arrogant, all-American slum trash
Dumbass, kinda motherf**ker you don't run at
Where the gun at? I put it right to my head until I find a pen
And then I start writin' instead
A fight in my head between me and the devil himself
And I ain't lyin', I don't even try and get any help
I'm messy as hell
People say I'm lettin' myself go to sh*t
But I say, keep wreckin' my health
Drown my sorrows in a bottle, yeah, I'm takin' that route
Instead of takin' all my issues and just straightenin' 'em out
Now we all have our vices and abuse 'em to death
Had an outlet, but I'm downed even if the music is left
Because I gave up on a dream I had of bein' a star
Ain't no more spittin' balls, now I'm sittin' at bars
No one listens no more 'cause I'm not very liked
Get in the booth and spit my life into this here mic, ah
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
Mind is racin' and I'm reachin' for the paper and pen
My greatest of friends, here they are to save me again
Put the thoughts into words faster than I can write
I know hook for the verses at the end of the night
Next step is lab sessions when I step to the mic
Studio time is cheaper than a therapist's price
Beats pound in the sound, my psychiatrist's couch
Lay it down and I shout till I'm dryin' them out!
Rhymin' about real things and wastin' my mind
f**k feelings, emotions is a waste of my time
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Like the paper that I'm writin' on, it won't ever change
It flows in my veins, hear it in my soul when I rap
Cut my wrists and I bleed it out all over the track
Got a bottle of emotions that I'm not about to open
Till I shatter it and smash it all over this microphone
Dumbass, kinda motherf**ker you don't run at
Where the gun at? I put it right to my head until I find a pen
And then I start writin' instead
A fight in my head between me and the devil himself
And I ain't lyin', I don't even try and get any help
I'm messy as hell
People say I'm lettin' myself go to sh*t
But I say, keep wreckin' my health
Drown my sorrows in a bottle, yeah, I'm takin' that route
Instead of takin' all my issues and just straightenin' 'em out
Now we all have our vices and abuse 'em to death
Had an outlet, but I'm downed even if the music is left
Because I gave up on a dream I had of bein' a star
Ain't no more spittin' balls, now I'm sittin' at bars
No one listens no more 'cause I'm not very liked
Get in the booth and spit my life into this here mic, ah
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track
Mind is racin' and I'm reachin' for the paper and pen
My greatest of friends, here they are to save me again
Put the thoughts into words faster than I can write
I know hook for the verses at the end of the night
Next step is lab sessions when I step to the mic
Studio time is cheaper than a therapist's price
Beats pound in the sound, my psychiatrist's couch
Lay it down and I shout till I'm dryin' them out!
Rhymin' about real things and wastin' my mind
f**k feelings, emotions is a waste of my time
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Like the paper that I'm writin' on, it won't ever change
It flows in my veins, hear it in my soul when I rap
Cut my wrists and I bleed it out all over the track
Got a bottle of emotions that I'm not about to open
Till I shatter it and smash it all over this microphone
