For The Record


Verse:


If the truth hurts, this is probably gonna kill ya
I feel ya if you're thinking that the truth isn't familiar
You better recognize cuz for this I'm gonna bill ya
Four and a half minutes of the truth without a build up

I'm gonna die in twenty-five and a half years
The age of fourty-eight just about is the idea
Nothing that I fear, I know that it's coming
No where I can hide, this shit isn't worth running

My job is to accept that I've got the worst coming
Got diabetic parents and cancerous first cousins
I'm not a real smoker just a second-hand addict
It wasn't upto me, believe me I'm asthmatic

Sleeping on a hard bed, so far from a craftmatic
Always waking up grumpy I guess I was mad at it
I'm losing my hair early, these bitches'll laugh at it
Not even 25, shit u do the math add it

And it's a bad habbit to constantly lash at it
at myself, cuz my health is constantly at damage
act savage, that's just because I'm mad spanish
or maybe cuz as a kid my idol was rand savage

You probably think I'm stupid but i was above average
as a kid, you just couldn't get rid of my talent
Center of my heart the talent is where i had it
Scared to death that somebody would stab it

Nobody understands me, so nobody could stand me
Nobody'll believe me, I hope nobody leaves me
Only two people that I feel that i can trust
The man in the mirror and me, yea it's only us

Can't nobody run me, can't nobody play me
at this point not a damn soul could ever save me
Not even a brother or a sister or a mother
Not a father, him less than any of the others

All I really know is I was raised by my sisters
Fed by my moms, thanks to my brother john for the blisters
Cuts and the bruises that made us grow up
Now I'm stuffed with excuses for never showing up

And I loved all the cool shit our father showed us
but cooler would be the love that a father owed us
theres no such thing as a perfect person
cuz I'm losing myself, not per second but per sin

Now I aint trying to get too religious or superstitious
But the truth of the matter is sinning is too delicious
SO I can't even pretend like I really give a fuck
If there really is a hell or a heaven up above

I had seven troubled loves in the last six years
Five of them told me that they had big fears
I would break up with them, then I thought what for
Three seconds later I screwed up once more

I got too much love for other pussy
I can't stay put, start off on the wrong foot then I boogy
I can't commit to nothing, fuck it
Between now and the time that it matters i'm sure i'll think of something

None of these girls trust me, dont even lust me
rather they hate me, the break ups came up abruptly
you gotta trust me, some niggas think i'm lucky
it's just that they dont understand that my truth is ugly

Now I'ma break it down a little so that you can understand a little
Pass the fiddle, you're gonna wanna cry, no more laugh or giggles
What I'ma have for dinner is a little, bag of skittles
after it'll simmer down i'll wash it down with anti livers

Cuz in my fridge you could never find a fresh pack of liver
or anything to eat but filled upto the back with liqour
breakfast of champions, I love it my friend that's a kicker
Wanna hear the punch line, for lunch time i'll grab a snickers

My paycheck becomes a joke, my future's lacking the hope
but my fucking lungs dont lack any smoke
i'd be a liar if I said i dont fuck with coke
As long as you mix it up with Henny man we're good to go

I keep my nose clean, dont wanna poke my arms
Dont wanna pop no pills man, I just dont know the harms
Dont know what can come along, if I were to get into it wrong
If i'm ever tempted to attempt it, I'ma have to go ahead and listen to this song

But I hate this song I promise, I'll be honest
Man I dont even know why the fuck I'm on it
About a year ago thought my demo would be demonic
But now the plateau is different, my feelings are just platonic

Yea my music is wrinkled, that's what makes it ironic
that the rappers I've conned, every one of them iconic
I think I found my style though I'm glad i got to design it
If you aint picked it up by now i suggest you rewind it

Cuz I can only be me, in person or on TV
I'm cursing my way through curtains, it certainly troubles me
that I'll never be what we, all expect for me to be
So check it, i'll set the record straight, better respect my D

My G is better than ever, I'm making my N's meet
And I could C in your face when you're feeling your N V
I should never shut my I's I gotta limit my z's
and if u still askin y, remember who I B

I'm that nigga e L, z on the D L
He's gonna be hell, please read the details,
The show's officially over I hope you can cop the retail
But hate it cuz you aint getting nothing from wishing me well.