Dylan Ross - The Frown lyrics

[Verse 1] I don't sigh or yelp But alotta this sh** seems to come off as just another misdirected cry for help Because I'd rather be by myself Self-sufficient and able [?] With money stacked on the coffee table And I'm awfully hateful Mentally almost disabled Manic depressive emotions unstable Brain dead body ungrateful You can't put a price on the sk** but that doesn't mean that I'm un-payable The big knot curator f** saving but I prefer to pay em' cash as to remain untraceable I will erase a fool with C-4 And use his body parts to decorate the sea floor Most rappers are seen before and are never seen before the show out of fear of getting exposed an*lly But I mean look at me in this I'm barely getting by But I would rather live a sh**ty life than live a lie [Hook] f** being happy I'd rather get down with a frown [x4] Crust! [Verse 2] Sometimes when I get smoked I think about putting my head in the stove Or [?] with bent spokes Or self strangulation with hemp rope If I wasn't at the end of it I'd probably lube it up and use the rest of it I wanna set the bed on fire and lie It's like I'm always filled with sadness But I'm always too tired to cry I contemplate my whole life when I'm high And wonder what I've could a done to get his cause it's nicer than mine When I was young sh** was priceless Nice as pie, Divine But along the way it's like the fire died Or something didn't so I'd grin at d**h If I only had a minute left I'd probably waste it on a cigarette You'll never catch me with liquor breath Cause if I kept drinking I'd probably wake up and not have a liver left I'd rather sit at this little desk Then scissor step around all the possibly reasons that it ain't different yet [Hook] [Outro] Dylan Ross Volunteerz 2011, Lincoln f**ing limited edition sh** To tie you over till the next one