Where The Road Crosses Railroad Tracks

[Verse 1]
I drink and drive, been tired of life
I lived it well at least I tried.
I thought I'd loved, I guess I liked.
The way you moved on top of my
Domepiece, don't leave or-
Do what you want ,do what your mind please.
Take my, number out don't call me, I
Am tired of hearing talking, I
Just wanna go through.
Just wanna go through
With this.

[Spoken: Desmond "Etika" Amofah]
I'm sorry yo, I'm sorry I betrayed your trust.
I'm sorry I pushed you all away.
I'm sorry I made a clown of myself.
I apologize.
I wish it didn't have to be this way.
But unfortunately I'm breaking my-
My own rules.
No bitch niggas and shit.

[Verse 2]
I disassociate, my hands do they exist?
I tried to cut my arms but I missed and I slit my wrists.
But I didn't cut deeper than emotions and thoughts conceived
If I got run over by a train would someone even grieve? or-
Would the world just watch as a faggot begins to bleed.
From the tear ducts in his eyes, paralyzed and crying bleach.
Another lost statistic in a history book to read but they'd just turn the page cause a number ain't much to see.

[Verse 3]
Remember when? Justin our dearest friend tried to throw us over the bridge in Corydon?
Remember when? Me and some Mercer kissed, inside a hotel room, in the bathroom, I felt the mist.
And now I am alone with this bottle of Dos Equis.
Thinking of Shiloh and how I just don't give a shit.
My mental state, a master of Mad World, call me king.
The King K. Rool on his throne of vanity.

[Bridge]
Am I egocentric? Or do I just like to fuck?
Or maybe bust a nut? In my head I feel the love but I've been abusing that term and it's enough.
It makes me sick-
I've caught a bug, feels like it stung, my amygdala.
I started recruiting my neighborhood plug to give me the hardest fucking strain of Indica.

[Verse 4]
And I've gone insane and my time is done
I lost the marathon when I began to run
Stopped taking my time, couldn't wait for fun
Then we sent some texts that were way too long.
Baking on my brain and they're overdone.
I know you are confused and it's my fault, my fault
Know you have it saved up in your Iphone, Iphone
Send it to your friends, to keep their eyes on, eyes on
Me.
I'm uncleared history, I'm inside of my head.
Thinking too much, but I'm sorry for this.
But I don't give a fuck, except-
To the guy I fucked last night
I'm sorry Shiloh, I have betrayed you.
And you have no right.
To forgive my ass.
To forgive my ass.
So don't
So don't.

[Outro]
Sometimes when you look in the mirror, you see yourself looking back.
But every once in awhile you don't and it's really weird whenever it happens isn't it?