BOTHERED - Copernicus lyrics

[Verse 1: Ascetic (As Trey)] As I write down these lyrics, flows and rhymes they appear as Figments of a demon helping me with a clearance Writing heals and hurts, leaves scars under your shirt And love can be a flirt, a b**h who loves to f**in' squirt But you gotta understand, people know who I am I write some stupid sh**, and they think that I'm going ham Most of my sh** s**s, and you guys are easily impressed And I dont give a f**, I just want a b**h to get undressed ZEN is not done yet, a lot to come I bet Guaranteein' that we're the best is an understatement Contemplatin on the constapating rhymes That I've been demonstratin' for all the b**hes I've been penetratin' Nightmare and Bothered want a turn (They want a turn) I won't flush them down like a f**in' group of turds, no Im alright at what I do, ya heard? You guys are what's in store for us, and with that move on to the trippy chorus [Hook: Nightmare] And now all of us strive once we acquired ZEN life Smoke sour diesel grow our power peaceful we'll be alright [Verse 2: Bothered] Never dealt, with how to properly express myself Then Both' came a'knockin', froliced often once I let him out Not so gentle shouts, spoutin from my mental's mouth Messed up cabbage like sauerkraut, fermented and doured but I'm better now But before ZEN gang, Tages was a torn up stray And Mama Wafs allowed him to stay in the loft throughout the pouring rain During those gray days evil impressions wrecked the Lord's name in vain No longer feeble, I ripped my cerebral cortex straight out my brain Turned to d**, burnt my lungs Hurt enough when I heard the words blurted from my disturbed mum Only kept that sh** within, won't let it sink in Lonely, I tuned to poon and booze when at my brinks end But when it comes to Erica, my one love I swear it's her But as the river, perhaps I'll quiver in denial 'til my hysterics done Said, he ain't got a problem, lead to believe he's stocked with lots of 'em Yet once the emotions caught up, dead eyed Both's already 'bout to off 'em [Hook] [Verse 3: Nightmare] Some people think I'm happy, when I start rapping sappy But feelings are crappy, and happy ends up backstabbing Right through that Golf shirt, man as blood stains the orange I pry my cries and use the tears to paint this f**in' portrait I'm just an extortion from mother's failured abortion Faking a smile on my face like life isn't a torture Sometimes I get depressed, I don't know what to do Heres another, I guess, yeah it's another track for you I feel like I'm the best, me and demons in my head They like to play with me like I'm some sorrowful toy in a chest If only I was blessed, after a sudden compression of the chest It's time to go ach-oo and then achieve I guess If you don't believe it yet, wait 'til I drop Z.E.N and bet Your best f**ing bet that it's the greatest thing that you've heard yet And I'm not talking sh**, I'm just a tarnished kid Success and happiness is Nightmare's distant and only wish I'm just a lonely fish swimming in a sea of shrimp While these bottom feeders look at me as if I'm some big pimp But really I just simp, sip on vodka and sh** I don't really drink but I guess this is some special occasion High on vacation, mind is a decaying mist Mind you all I wrote this sober, so don't start playing sh** I'll get to spraying sh**, now it's raining bullets I go ballistic and start convincing fans I'm some satanist And now I pray for this label to be dismissed But school is still in session, it's impressive I'm still in this sh** Me and professor schiz meet up and start hearing sh** I think it's the voices of all the b**hes now on my dick But before I recorded, back when I was... All these b**hes wanted nothing to do with this ugly kid Semifamous I guess, even though I'm barely noticed I rarely stroke it, mostly poke it, move onto the next b**h That line was off pitch but it was still good, b**h I came out of the hood doing good, man, I wanna make six figs When will I align gigs? Maybe when I fly with pigs High up in the sky, loops through hoops just for sh**s and gigs Some think I'm a demon because I dont believe in sh** Sorry God and Jesus but those pieces just don't really fit Lyrics so hellish, demeanor so devilish Now I'm the devilfish in this f**ed up world of predicaments Never trust a b**h, because once you f** the b**h You come to realize jumping quick can make you f**in' sick This verse is long as sh**, my point to make has been said Never think with your body even when you've lost your f**ing head Just go to bed