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Yo sometimes i feel like i be too high to take care of my own career. It takes alot pop up successful at anything and I barely like people enough to be cooperative. Rappers suck, yet you have to praise them, gotta TALK to people EVERYDAY justa let them know y'all still cool.. like damn.. I don't even like talking to myself everyday, let alone somebody else. Life sucks hahaha or maybe i'm just stupid. I be wildin yo. it's wierd when somebody you love doesn't support you man. I hate feeling like i'm tryna impress people I actually know with the shit I do.. Knowing nobody really likes the shit i'm into or shit that has any sort of creativity. I hate everybodies itunes. Everybody wants to be on some "hey sign your name here shit", I don't care bout you now, but when you blow i'll sell this on ebay, the fuck.... then they diss me... then they crawl back... then repeat... it's irritating. The suggestions about the artistry... Maybe you should make em dance. I don't even dance, unless i'm high.. lol... Like I should care about MONEY, I would commit suicide the day I started too. Everybodies just BALLING huh? LOL. I'm sorry, i'm super poor... I starve alotta days, keep alota weed, hit alotta lows, and take alotta negativity. I don't know why God wanted me to rap becuase honestly I don't and never did wanna become a rapper. People in school wanna be things they not, and for what? Fame? I would rather be in school instead of rapping with all these problems I have.. When I use to go to those group therapy sessions, I noticed i'm not a baby. People in there was whining alot. Maybe i'm just afraid of jobs. Society is cultivatingly devastating. Ugly, miserable, hate worthy people all tryna one up each other when you can clearly see EVERYBODIES lieng.. Tryna be famous people and do things to match themselves with their favorite celeb idols like some simple minded teenager.Makes me wanna puke, cut my wrist, and jam incubus as I slowly die... Maybe i'm more anxious for death than afraid. I always have alotta time to think, but I don't really be that wreckless all the time. I make mistakes a fucking lot. I bully and scare myself. Even tho, I really have nothing to be worried about. I know God got me, but still.




Lyrics:

A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty-three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-
But I guess that it comes
with the territory,
An ominous landscape of
never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see
that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like an imminent possibility
to me.

So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Not two days ago,
I was having a look
in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knee.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcome vacation from
the burdens of
the planet Earth.
like gravity, hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
but thinking so much differently.

Pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Never be the same, yeah...
Pardon me, while I burst into flames...
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.

So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!

Never be the same, yeahh