FLO & Threat - M.A.A.d lyrics

[Verse 1 - FLO] Gotta sit and think I convince my brain I'm living great Dipping in this paint it's a false reality that I just create At the city gate if you sense it's fate that's a risk you take And I slip and it's a raise when I sip this drank lip stain how'd I get this way I lost my mind my sanity in exchange for an awesome time And I bought the lie should'a known this life would come at the cost of mine When I cross the line often I'm apologize for the way that I talk to my Family but I damage me and I suffer the loss of mind When I start demise falling down way down in the ground where the coffin lies And my target lock bullet hole to the head suicide in the parking lot At an elementary school where the children at man I outta stop Need to chill where the filter at for the thought I drop better call the cops Off into another lonely night Every time I close my eyes I can see a polt of guys Good and evil no room for the two to coincide Hot or cold I've been both no use to go inside Blood boiling out the pot melting through the snow and ice Loud voices make 'em stop need a U.F.O. to fly And I'm seduced by your women clothed in white All she wanna do is dance say she feeling so alive got me Spinning round Russian Roulette roll the dice My my my my chips down truth is over priced I ain't feeling no remorse I ain't taking no advise Captivated the sensation got me begging for a slice Forbidden fruit upon my plate I been aching for a bite They can't keep me here forever I'm just staying for the night It's not a habit I'm no addict why you hating you just jealous I ain't screaming you been yelling I ain't crazy who you telling Dreaming of breaking through this cell and Maybe split a few civilians vertebrae into a million Tiny pieces I don't even need a reason to excel At being evil I'm the villain **** the world is my rebellion So sick of the B.S. and I'm just up Victory left in the dump truck p.s. that was some luck I'm in the Prius yelling one love with a gun tucked in my waistband Run up and I blah blah wussup wit yo face man Waist land I'm livin in I can't stand I'm giving in To this hate and the reminiscence of a great man The primitive and this A sand is imminent I create madness and I been sitting here for days in a straight jacket