Sometimes i just feel like, quittin i still might
Why do i put up this fight, why do i still write
Sometimes it’s hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes i wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill’s like
But i’m still white, sometimes i just hate life
Somethin ain’t right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain’t my fault
Great then i falls, my insides crawl
And i clam up (wham) i just slam shut
I just can’t do it, my whole manhood’s
Just been stripped, i have just been vicked
So i must then get, off the bus then slip
Man fuck this shit yo, i’m goin the fuck home
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