Testo Bout It Bout It - K.A.A.N.
Testo della canzone Bout It Bout It (K.A.A.N.), tratta dall'album 1 / 12 / 199?
Hmm, ay, lie, gnarling, never
Ay, lie, ha
All that I wanted was my self-respect, I never got it, so now, I feel crazy
My confidence left, and now, I cannot muster the courage to get the fuck outta the house, and nobody's allowed in
Beside of the mind of this insecure member, that don't understand how you feel
You relate to me, maybe, it's not what you thought, 'cause, you do not live in my position
Efficiently finding a bottle of pills, effectively forcing myself to ingest
I must attest, I used to speak with the Lord, pray for forgiveness of sins, believing the stress
But fuck it, I'm over my meds, I don't have time to think about a religion
For instance, I live life, so terrible sinister, sarcastic assassin, he asking for peace
And I promise to change, if you let me be free
But I bet that you won't, I can feel the restraints
And I'm anxious in public I should be alone, I don't want interactions
I turn off my phone, so, I shut off the lights, and I pull in the blinds
And I sit, and reflect on the sickening times, when I saw that nobody was there for me
Luckily, I had myself, and that's all that I needed
Proceeded to sulk in the silence of silence, I'm in isolation, no people around me
I'm drowning, and hoping that shit will get better
I want to be happy, I used to be positive, but it was life that was beating me down
By the time I matured, I'm preferring the negative
I'm at the point, where I'm planning my funeral service, I'm sure that I probably won't make it
I got no love in my heart, I am vacant
Do not approach me, don't ever mistake it
I'm pessimistic, and passing out hatred
I can't recall when I went through these changes
I pray to death that I receive his penance on the front page of the news, now, I'm famous
Isn't it crazy that you get attention the day that you die?
But the rest of your life it's just filled up with sins
Shall we indulge in the rest of our vice, and material woes that we do not need?
I still tried to kill myself several times, before I finally saw what this life is about
There's no reason to die, why you coming at me?
Those are intentions I've already seen
Just turned to commercial commodities, to showing your face to these people who could give a fuck about you, and your personal well-being
I know that you're feeling alone, we could take, and we'll make it a catalyst
Capitalizing off your lack of happiness, that's a distraction that no one will see
Don't you want money, and lies of attention?
Attempting, attempting to tell you where two were discussing a dollar
Someone could have spent on new medication, the therapy sessions is given to you
Becoming anew, 'cause, you are the man they all want to be, and I'm certain that you will sit comfortably, right at the top, where nobody can touch you
And I have perspective, by coming discussing you, you got everything, but you feel like you nothing
You empty inside, but you wanted relief, self-mutilation to deal with the grief
Said to hail Mary, I'm hoping to be more mentally stable, so that I can breathe
I'm needing some help, and I truly believe my life is in shamble, and I cannot reprieve
When I talk to a priest, and they tell me to see the Omnipotent
We have not spoken in years, and I lost the connection, do you have his number?
Stop passing collections, I don't have no money, supporting your service
You're not a soldier for Christ or a leader for God, I can see the deceit in your eyes
You're an average man, like I am, but you find you can hustle this good, to pay all of your bills
So my nigga, be real 'cause my soul is diluted, so, what should I do?
Can you tell me the truth, and don't say repent
My time, it was spent on nothing, but ignorance
I need a razor blade, so I can finish it, I am indifferent
Diss it, and dip it inside of myself, I cannot see what I'm made of
I'm taking a whole lot of shit, but I don't anymore
You pay attention for what is in store, it's so legendary, it needs a folklore
You'll fall in love with it, and then, you'll want more
But this is something that you cannot afford, it don't have a price
I just want love, honesty, passion, and all the above, is that too much to ask?
Gotta move forward, can't live in the past
Stuck in depression, can't get off my ass
And I'm tense as a bitch, I can never relax
But I'm ready to die, see, that is a fact, lie fuck!
Huh, kinda, why I'm I still fucking up?
I only hope it's really true, ha
Ha-ha, this is, this is not 'bout it, 'bout it, this is the opposite of 'bout it, 'bout it
This was not
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Writer(s): K.a.a.n.
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