Eamon - Fraudulent Cloth lyrics

Vinnie Paz: Our friendship seemed to be based on what I could do for you, homie The sad fact is I'm the type of person that would take two for you, homie You ever give so much till a mother-f**er can't give no more? Our friendship seemed to be based on what I could do for you, homie The sad fact is I'm the type of person that would take two for you, homie You ever give so much till a mother-f**er can't give no more? Give so much of his soul that he feel he can't live no more? What you want from me? You want blood from me. Want another dub from me, money? You wanna drain me of every single mother-f**ing drop of love from me, money? I can feel the eyes staring at me even when it's dark, even when it's cold I can feel the lies starting at me even though I'm marked, even though I'm old Y'all are just some "gimme" mother-f**ers. "Take more of Vinnie" mother-f**ers Never giving back; don't know how to act. Just a bunch of sh**ty mother-f**ers Gradually night goes on, gradually life goes on It's tearing me apart. Never really thought that I'd have to right this wrong I don't think I'm anti-love, I just think I'm anti-y'all I just think I'm anti-every mother-f**ing tryn'a plan my fall I was never planning to be great. It's something that began as a mistake But me being me, mama always told me I should always share what's on my plate Eamon (Hook): And just waking up is enough of a struggle today And most of these phonies that's close to me push me away But there ain't no reason I'm keeping this enemy deep in my veins Cause I feel the pain Vinnie Paz: And just waking up is enough of a struggle; I don't wanna deal with the darkness Have a mother-f**er laid up by himself tryn'a heal from the conflict Ever have someone close to you tell you that you really can't when you can? I wouldn't know nothing 'bout that bullsh**, and that's the stamp of a man And the same one who blamed me, the same one who defamed me Can't make his own cash, can't wipe his own a** like a baby Everything is past or it's light. Everything is pa**ion and hate Everything is everything and I don't think I need to keep a track of the date Everybody take what I offer. Everybody play like a pauper The same ones with they hands out be the same ones that hate when I prosper Tryn'a be a gentleman of sorts. Tryn'a be a better man, of course Tryn'a settle in and understand that I'mma always be a veteran of loss What's the physiology of love? What's the physiology of pain? What's the physiology of every single person that will probably get to reign? I don't like when liberty is wrong. I don't like when misery is gone I can tell all y'all one thing: all y'all gone' miss me when I'm gone (Hook):