CKL - Lost Hours lyrics

[Instrumental: madlib - fallin'] Grown up in the burbs with my brain perturbed And appear disturbed, but ts'all part of the blurb My mind intact, but i'm not all there As a matter of fact, i'm not even sure If the thoughts that i have are even my own How many shots have i had, i don't even know Every single day and every single night Time ticking by with no care in sight What the f** to do in this limited life When you got a f**in' brain that don't wanna fight Gonna go insane, put my wrist to the knife Then i'm feelin' pain, but it feels so right Wake at 3 pm and i'm barely alive Feeling half conscious and scribbling lines Deprecating rhymes and crippled by design Ritalin the mind, but answer can't find For problems unexist that regard divine Til distraction come along and i set aside Loafting on license, rely on the ride 3 am gook, half the day gone by Hit up the hoot and i can't deny That this sh** just don't really satisfy Light up the zoot, nah that's a lie Been bumming out bogs like i got a lot Been going outside like i got a life Been growing up slow like i ain't 95 Been slowing my flow like i ain't got lines With nothing to show but 3, 4, 5 Tracks that i written within the hour Plaques from my spittin, platinum album Jack off, finish, my lines deflower Now uh, remember ckl and cower