It's Mr. Loner, Mr. Stoner, back up in this Rap shit. No shoulders to cry on, but this Music is so fantastic. Keeps me breathing, keeps me bleeding, gives me guidance, unlike the lack of a Dad I never had, I never got him back. But that's alright, I never needed anybody, I've been crawling through the dirt like I've been rolling with dead bodies. Yo, that's the relation of my friends 'cause they left me for dead, I just sit back and jot down this depression in my head. Fuck it, I've been down to Rock Bottom and it's not too fuckin' pretty, but this ain't a cry for help, so please, show me no fucking pity. It's intervention with the beat, my one and only friend, the only one to listen and not drop me like outdated trends. Now some kids do it for a hobby, some kids do it for the fashion, some do it for all the bitches, but this is my fucking passion.
Not of Christ, but this Music is my savior. No one ever cared, so don't blame me for my bad behavior. Yo, in my flows, I channel all this anger, all this sorrow. Spittin' bars about how much I wish for a brighter tomorrow. But today is black, and the past is even darker. Next time that you stab my back, make sure the fucking blade is sharper. I've learned through time that even family you can't trust, they'll take you in, claim that they love you, then your heart is what they bust. Fuck, I was never one to give up, and throw the towel in. This beat is the only thing that still keeps this heart poundin'. Yo, with inspiration and the hunger for success, I try to be optimistic so I'll keep wishing for the best. I had a rough life, so for now, I'll look ahead. But without this beat carrying my feet, I'd only end up dead. Shit, I'll do it by myself, 'cause all you really have is you. Tried confiding in others, but that trust went and fell through, true. But the Music protected me, and stayed right by my side. Always stayed true, and when I was lost, it was my guiding light. Never backing down, just to live is such, a bloody fight. Pursuit of happiness, that's the shit that keeps me up at night. Spill my heart out to this track, my flow and lyrics are my speech. The beat is my emotions, bottled up like letters at the beach. So, next time you think of me, envision beating death's door. 'Cause when it's all said and done, this beat is what I'll die for.
Nigguh, I just did what you very badly need to do yourself (Smoke some fucking weed.) and I'm high as fuck and chill as a cucumber. I really don't feel like arguing with you. B-)
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It's Mr. Loner, Mr. Stoner, back up in this Rap shit.
No shoulders to cry on, but this Music is so fantastic.
Keeps me breathing, keeps me bleeding, gives me guidance, unlike the lack of a Dad I never had, I never got him back.
But that's alright, I never needed anybody, I've been crawling through the dirt like I've been rolling with dead bodies.
Yo, that's the relation of my friends 'cause they left me for dead, I just sit back and jot down this depression in my head.
Fuck it, I've been down to Rock Bottom and it's not too fuckin' pretty, but this ain't a cry for help, so please, show me no fucking pity.
It's intervention with the beat, my one and only friend, the only one to listen and not drop me like outdated trends.
Now some kids do it for a hobby, some kids do it for the fashion, some do it for all the bitches, but this is my fucking passion.
Not of Christ, but this Music is my savior.
No one ever cared, so don't blame me for my bad behavior.
Yo, in my flows, I channel all this anger, all this sorrow.
Spittin' bars about how much I wish for a brighter tomorrow.
But today is black, and the past is even darker.
Next time that you stab my back, make sure the fucking blade is sharper.
I've learned through time that even family you can't trust, they'll take you in, claim that they love you, then your heart is what they bust.
Fuck, I was never one to give up, and throw the towel in.
This beat is the only thing that still keeps this heart poundin'.
Yo, with inspiration and the hunger for success, I try to be optimistic so I'll keep wishing for the best.
I had a rough life, so for now, I'll look ahead.
But without this beat carrying my feet, I'd only end up dead.
Shit, I'll do it by myself, 'cause all you really have is you.
Tried confiding in others, but that trust went and fell through, true.
But the Music protected me, and stayed right by my side.
Always stayed true, and when I was lost, it was my guiding light.
Never backing down, just to live is such, a bloody fight.
Pursuit of happiness, that's the shit that keeps me up at night.
Spill my heart out to this track, my flow and lyrics are my speech.
The beat is my emotions, bottled up like letters at the beach.
So, next time you think of me, envision beating death's door.
'Cause when it's all said and done, this beat is what I'll die for.
Try talking without pictures
Just messin bro