Price

[Verse 1: Gonzo VanGogh]
Yeah, ugh
Feels like I’m on life support
Bad karma, I caught
All the pain, I caused
Main reason we fought
Bumblebees, I resort to
Shoulda called my weed source
Settle for the speed, too broke to cop a 80 piece off
Pluggies I thought I cut off
Homies that kept the same route
Love em, but when I’m with em
Can’t help it but dumb the fuck out
What you so ashamed bout
Inner peace or pipe dream
Always hated loud mouths
Why they all on my team
Habits drain my cream
But boost up my self esteem
Nevеr recall a thing
Life feels like a onе big dream
Wake up from it, I don’t wanna
Gonzo, cause I’m a goner
Bloodstream polluted with this liquor and marijuana
Waking up every morning thinking I can’t do no wronger
Dig myself deeper, longer hoping that it make me stronger
Somber and never sober
Hell when your high is over
Plastic tubes and foil
Hoping that you don’t catch pneumonia
I know

[Hook: Gonzo VanGogh]
Manipulation, why am I so good at it
I got so good at it, oh no, no
I ain’t letting anyone in my way
In my way
My reflection, I no longer can look at it
I can’t look at it, oh no, no
I guess that be the price that you pay
That you pay

[Verse 2: Gonzo VanGogh]
Okay
Broke while your mic distorted
Rent, you barely afford it
Internal pain, you brought it
Amongst yourself, can’t ignore it
It’s all the same story
Junkies that search for glory
Exploit your trauma
Then sell that product that kill em softly
We only someone we can relate to when we alone
Isolation leads to suicide to death, you more prone
Right or wrong, it don’t change the fact that you on your own
Nothing that ain’t never been said before
Pistol in my mouth, other times it’s right to my dome
Wishing that I had the heart to end it all, need a clone
Why I thought to walk inside a precinct right in the zone
With a empty clip, aimin it at a pig
Like bring it on
So they can add another dead **** to they statistics
Paint you how they wanna, always find a way to flip it
Can’t take it but they dish it for that silly dream, we risk it
Lose our loved ones in the process and fall victim to the biscuit
Yeah I know

[Hook: Gonzo VanGogh]
Manipulation, why am I so good at it
I got so good at it, oh no, no
I ain’t letting anyone in my way
In my way
My reflection, I no longer can look at it
I can’t look at it, oh no, no
I guess that be the price that you pay
That you pay