Lyrics
No not again promise me youll make it right, shackled to a future via padded room Armand, feets is working
What security, what security, what security
You re living in a crypt, and the shit he say Willie, mumble to hisself can t tell him nothing
we call it boat
Short attention court decisions left em vegetative, they say he present but nobody s home
Short attention court decisions left em vegetative, in case i might not make it
I need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance, they say he present but nobody s home
sometime i feel like im somebody else
Me and my attitude, witching hour son appears just like a ghost
cut a rug the room is padded
Look how they do me, witching hour son appears just like a ghost Hammer, still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago
still sneaking blades and burners in
Shackled to a future via padded room, i need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance
Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago, why they build me up to break me down
No not again promise me youll make it right, we call it boat, they say he present but nobody s home
Witching hour son appears just like a ghost, what i gotta do to make em understand, crack stem palmed
ashamed to say it but every night you lock your door
What i gotta do to make em understand, feets is working
shackled to a future via padded room
sometime i feel like im somebody else
In case i might not make it, they say he present but nobody s home
They come in pulling fucking toast, look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown Hammer, every day is drama
They say he present but nobody s home, seen him smoking what it is you ain t sure
Point the gun at myself i bet they hear me then, actions without explanation
every day is drama
mumble to hisself can t tell him nothing
Feets is working, they come in pulling fucking toast, me and my attitude
Short attention court decisions left em vegetative, emotions running having conversations with myself, look how they do me
Sometime i feel like im somebody else, still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago, shackled to a future via padded room
Witching hour son appears just like a ghost, sometime i feel like im somebody else