[Verse 1]
A favorite thing of mine is walking at night
Even though you could die from a simple gunfight
It's completely absurd when people get the herb
And flip the bird in this god damn world
And make the weaker people commit suicide
Because they'd rather die than f**ing provide...
Them substiance which they motherf**ing need
In order to get that cream, satisfy their greed so...
What the f** is an elderly?
Is it somebody you run over with your Lamborghini?
And get no charge for a crime?
Well I think I need to wipe the tears out my eyes...
Because the justice system, f**ing died...
From the manipulation you try to hide...
Only to succeed because this god damn sh**...
I can't really stand for so give me the gun and I'll end this
[Hook]
I always take a motherf**ing walk at night
To forget all my troubles and my god damn trife
But when I'm walking around, nothing seems right...
Because I'm unable to fully live out my life
Because everything about it is god damn trife
So how the f** am I able to do it right...
When I'm unable to do intricate math
God damn it I will not even last
[Verse 2]
I cannot promote myself therefore I cannot provide
I should just take a gun and end my life
Aim it to the dome of my god damn head
Pull the trigger, chambers jammed now I'm not really dead
So I guess that means that life is hell...
Equivilant to a comfortable jail cell
With all the modern aminities of life
Even if you explored the world you cannot believe it right
That life, is just an illusion
Anybody who tells you otherwise is foolin'
And then they bring you the beers
And you drink it over here
So you get sh**-faced and believe their lie
You can't escape even if you motherf**ing tried
Because all night long, you'll be singing the devil's song
And then you'll f**ing be gone
[Hook]
I always take a motherf**ing walk at night
To forget all my troubles and my god damn trife
But when I'm walking around, nothing seems right...
Because I'm unable to fully live out my life
Because everything about it is god damn trife
So how the f** am I able to do it right...
When I'm unable to do intricate math
God damn it I will not even last
[Verse 3]
I try to change my destiny but they won't let me
I'm supposed to be, a terrible fapper?
f** that, I wanna be a great rapper, possibly the best
Because I know how to spit verbs and pa** the test
I know how to rock a house all of the time
And even sometimes I lose my grind
But I know how to put myself back in my mind
Cause I know how to spit, intriciate rhymes
Why the f** do you use me as an example for?
Because you cannot, win the war
On your own, you got no sk**s...
To even pay them power bills
But I'll guess you keep using me until the end of time
Because my autism doesn't even know the difference
Between a god damn dime, god damn quarter
How the f** am I supposed to be Mr. Porter
When I cannot win