Sour Turn

[Chorus]
If I had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, I'd be rich and rollin' Balla and hollerin' at your girl
I've been makin' little money and spendin' it like I'm rich
I've been makin' bad decisions and thinkin' that I'm the shit
If I had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, I'd be rich and rollin' Balla and hollerin' at your girl
I've been makin' little money and spendin' it like I'm rich
I've been makin' bad decisions and thinkin' that I'm the shit

[Verse 1]
Uh, scratching my nutsack
Dropping rap like fuck rap
I stepped outside of my show and got robbed by one of them thug cats
Hopped on stage and someone yelled out "You's a cunt rag"
Ever whinе to see a pussy speak, I beat it like a punchbag
Fun fact, pеople jump me like bouncy castle, all I gotta do for a dead happenin' is to go to ten and count backwards
Hearin' a crowd's laughter, sayin' about my Dad's passin'
Someone walked to the bathroom laughin', said, "Ay, man, you's a sad bastard"
A tad awkward, misfit, bag up on a misprint
Sick of usin' peoples contemptuous glands for actually fucking feelin' it
Not narcissistic, just part of the pot you pissed in
Pops parted ways, with him and left not a drop of wisdom
Been caught slippin', the cardinals' smart victim, the convicts, criminals, and cops in the cops' system
One that it was cool in my market brand skinny jeans
'Til a chick pulled 'em down and nicknamed my dick mini-me

[Chorus]
If I had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, I'd be rich and rollin' Balla and hollerin' at your girl
I've been makin' little money and spendin' it like I'm rich
I've been makin' bad decisions and thinkin' that I'm the shit
If I had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, I'd be rich and rollin' Balla and hollerin' at your girl
I've been makin' little money and spendin' it like I'm rich
I've been makin' bad decisions (Lil' boys!) and thinkin' that I'm the shit

[Verse 2]
In my underpants, I'm staring at the ceiling
The biggest boxer brief merits
Watch apparent emcees copy Eminem's appearance
It's apparent I'm destructive with the thoughts that I've been sharin'
I'm a tad awkward in circles, my social cues considered barren
Narrow-minded, ain't claimin' no intentions when I mention that my pen game's the only way I'll make it to a pension
Kamikazation of the problem in correlation with the root of all evil
At the tree of Eden tearin' at its fruit, it's for all people
Consume with inner demon for my coock shootin' dreams prayin' that they breakin' through the roof
It's a middle finger if you talkin' shit but never do a damn thing
Take a swing, man, I'm crazy and confused
And deranged, considered clinically insane, but where's the proof?
I'm a bastard in the booth, captain of a sinking groove
Riding out the waves of bullshit, overcoming what you do, do, do, do-do, do-do (Do-do)

[Chorus]
If I had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, I'd be rich and rollin' Balla and hollerin' at your girl
I've been makin' little money and spendin' it like I'm rich
I've been makin' bad decisions and thinkin' that I'm the shit
If I had a dollar for every time that my life took a sour turn, I'd be rich and rollin' Balla and hollerin' at your girl
I've been makin' little money and spendin' it like I'm rich
I've been makin' bad decisions and thinkin' that I'm the shit