Pissed It All Away

Yeah, yeah I don't want to be famous

I just want to be rich

Just forget what my name is

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My nose got me numb from sniffing

I had enough and I had enough of rapping

I used to have it rough

I was mad at fucking life

Thinking I was back at luck

I had a fucking wife

I was always up at night

In the hallways I would write with the vengeance in the engine

The depression they would reven

Go to sleep at 7

Wake up at whenever

It's my little slice of heaven

This is who I dreamed to be ever since 11

Pills rattle away my script bottles and I love the sound

Momma ima go and get high and never coming down

Momma im a rockstart

Momma im a fool

On TV but I never took no drama into school

See me when I walk around really your the last snap

Pictures of my fat face

Want my autograph

I should watch what I'm saying cause it's reaching to kids

But I'm drunk all the time and I speak what I live

I just want to be rich bitch

I don't want to be famous

I don't believe in my own hype

But I?

I just know what the game is

So when they lay me 6 feet deep

Trust me this is all to say

How he came from the bottom and rose to the top

And he pissed it all away

Is is he dead

Is he drunk

Is is he dizzy

Is he really

As he says

Is he really getting busy

All around the world with the stizzy from the city that he reps

Yeah he's still their get shitty on the steps

Juke you with the right then he hit you with the left hit you with a pistol

Get you splitting through the your It's habitual

It's Assisting you with death

I'm positioning in the christian

And the baby with rabies

It's a vicious thing it's crazy

Cruze my life away on the lazy

Sunday afternoon with a dime on the patriot

A hood rich junkie with a mind of a atheist

So what's the make in the model of the pot that you piss in

When your cadillac is repoed

Your job position is dropping low enough to cause a fucking heart condition

Your a middle aged over weight rock musician

Narcissism is doc it's a harsh condition

Once the glory and people kissing your ass is missing

Their blood is in the water and the shots are fishing

Public tearing you apart with the stock precision

See once apon a time you had a claim to the fame

And became another faker with a name

Used to be a?

When you?

Now you struggling to stay up

So I wouldn't be the first and I'd hardly be the last

Hiding out in hollywood on molly

I'd probably be he's trash

Party with the rich

With Bacardi in my glass

With the audience that left for a party in the past