Early Adopted - What Would Happen? lyrics

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Early Adopted - What Would Happen? lyrics

Hey buddy! Excuse me.. hey man I was wondering.. if I could borrow some change? .. a few dollars? Yeah, I walk around with my hands in my pockets Pulling them out, just to prove that I ain't got sh** Truth be told, I'm broke as f** And I'm a head case when this plays, bolts and nuts But I can't find them, I'm trying to stay grounded Wish I could go back to when I had an allowance And I could understands girls and I could just get it "Do you like me?" love notes, yes, no? Just checking And it was that simple, try and tell me that it wasn't Doesn't really matter now, the attitude will stay "f** it." Trying focus me behind the stupid sh** Trying to get my serious bread just like the eucharist A get rich quick scheme, if you will Cause I got bills from the 16th that been due And I got like 50 million beats And I guess it's my luck That out of all of them, they're probably only two of him. ? But who am I kidding, what do I got to lose? Life took everything but the sink, my socks and shoes Like a bad wife, I wanna divorce And I'd consider hanging it up, but I can't knot a noose Option two, drive to Texaco Light up a cigarette and see if it will catch from smoke And if it don't, I'll swallow a couple bottles of cough medicine Beat my sarcophagus, at least I won't cough again! Nah, I'm kidding, I'd never do that Cause I'd want to leave a note, but my hand writing's too bad And no one would even understand it, they'd be like "What the f** happened? Why is Mike ? in heaven Looking down, like 'God damnit.'" This is not how I planned it, but that's how it goes these days Fingers crossed like, "I hope things change!" But it seems that they've been stuck in this particular position For quite some time now, so I can't tell the difference This is just what I've become accustomed to No food in the fridge, just booze Confused as to why the guy on the television The one with no lyrics, is loved by millions, and Mike isn't? I'm hidden, lime-light, out of sight Dim that sh**, and I will shine with the rhymes I write What do ya know? I found an upside My ability to speak is what gets me through the rough times But even so, I'm still cursed with this bad luck Like I crack mirrors and walk under some ladders And on my path, past a pack of black cats And it's no coincidence I'm living in Salem, Ma** I date a girl, first name Karma But she's a b**h, so her last name's I'm unsure of And I don't even bother to ask I'm too busy of thinking of ways to break it off But don't know how to do that It's like.. Really.. um.. What? Its not you.. it's me.. Oh. okay.. But for real, you need to stop coming around I can't f** with this anymore It's just not working out.. f** you Mike, you're an a**hole The gas station chain smoker No pain no gain brother Putting bologna on the pane of your Range Rover Try to praying to Pac, but he wouldn't say nothing So I got mad, took his lyrics, and put my name over it Oh look how spiteful Michael is Cold feet like my future wife might get But mine's because my socks got holes And they forgot to include the heat and hot water in the rent I keep honest and yet, I'm still amazed by it Chivalry's dead and these girls are okay with it Well, I mean, I'm no Marlon Brando But I clean up better than a whole bar of damn soap Don't forget that, remember me please The kid with the vocab as extensive as what's in his jeans