Staring at the Sun

[Intro]
Yea yea, yea yea
Yo yea yea yea-o yo yo
Yo ya, yea yo, yea yo

[Verse 1]
You say it's my fucked up tooth
I say it's my fucked up youth
Little boy in his home stuck in a cocoon
Writing raps before his head go boom
Ran away from the drug abuse
No duck, duck, goose
O lord who cut him loose
Now I want all my hoes in two

Anything less? Goddamn failure
Smoke too much Need an inhaler
Mouth like a motherfucking goddamn sailor
Most of the industry Palin, Sarah (Sarah Palin)
Dumbass motherfuckers
Abusing power
Yes, men around ya
All ya hopped off too much powder

I'ma go from Matt Lauer to Jack Bauer
In a half hour
Put you in a chokehold
Not the bullshit you could tap out of
Get louder
Boom boom, pap pap, take that coward
That's what happen to people like you
History repeats itself and, well
You know thats true shit

You don't get me?
I don't get you
Fuck your blog
My mom thinks I'm special
Buy a ticket for that train of thought
With your so called friends
Pretending to respect you

Neglect you, trying to indirect you
Hand you a noose, and tie it in a pretzel
With no one to catch you
They kick the fucking chair
Well I don't fucking care
N tell you ain't special

[Chorus]
Take me down
Take me under
Lay the Veil
Over this wonder
Let's set sail
On the ropes now
Where do we go now? x2

I've been staring at the stars for too long, for too long
Now I've been staring at the stars for too long, for too long, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm making it hard to breathe they need a respirator
I bet you to the type to stand still on the escalator
Long days, but miss sight, when you rhyme tight and decide to chase the paper
Lonely nights when my songs right, but real shit, fuck life
I'll chase that later

Slow down when I'm dead
Fell of my bike, revel in the pain
Got back up, jumped on the edge
Then whipped the grindin' on the fence with pegs
360 to a bunny hop, now it's 360
Cause the bunnies hop on my dick in-stead

Don't tell me it's raining then piss on my leg
Why you complaining? Your shit doing rad
You never had patience so you in the red
The shit that I'm saying I've already said
So I will relay it before you are dead
Get this through your head

This my real voice, (clears throat)
You just mad you ain't got one
Always had drive, but I used to ride shotgun
Now I'm in the driver's seat
This ain't a game of hide and seek, I like
Pornography, typography
I now know what's my Odyssey
And no motherfucker is hot as me
Yea, blemish shit don't bother me
I won't pick up stop calling me
This runs through my veins and my arteries
Every verse is a bio, ain't hard to read

[Hook]