DRTYUNCL - Neighborhood Creep lyrics

Man, I f**ed up Why the hell'd I join the military if I s** At organization, you can say I'm creative But really its just a fear of social complacence And I can taste it...dishonorable discharge The phrase begins to make my dick hard I'd go back to makin' tracks at night And workin' a menial maintenance job during the daytime Hey I'm, here and I really don't know why What the f** have I done with my life To end up in this position of complete submission Too many people to speak and nobody to listen This is, the worst that I've felt And honestly I feel I need professional help But it wouldn't matter 'cus I couldn't pop their pills I'm just here to learn the art of lovin' to k** I think I'm okay, no I'm not I'm gonna cut my brief timeline short with a pop I want it to stop, I need help and I'm shocked With the current of absence from everybody that dropped Off of my page as soon as I boarded the plane One way, Great Lakes to new, desolate places Caged in, no escape from the case I'm placed in The population figured out I'm crazy as sh** But don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep Nobody hears my words when I speak And f** that, I can't call this Earth my home One gunshot, a little less safety prone Don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep Nobody hears my thoughts when I think And f** that, I can't call this Earth my home One overdose, a little less Earth to roam I think I'm gonna do myself in And I don't even mean that sh** as a joke I'm just tryin' to do my few friends some justice By writin' a decent bye before I croak And on that note, I got a few of my own Bury the pity whenever it is I go I've never owned more than a fraction of a millisecond here Or enjoyed more than a fraction of the year Lace my eyes and stitch my mouth wide So when they call me a lunatic I can look surprised I'm so f**in' sick of hearin' 'bout sunshine When all I wanna do is sleep, close the damn blinds I'm not diggin' this ride, I haven't in a long time Yet the Ferrari wheels continue to climb Past the breaking point to the point of suicide Still tryin' to prove to myself that I ain't gun-shy ...Well, here's your chance Take the tiny pebbles, put 'em in your hand Take the shiny metal and load the cartridge Push the steel together, slide back ya head And let 'em pick through the remains Let the other lost souls think of doin' the same Let 'em read it in the local section Let the Catholics try to pray me into a resurrection They shouldn't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep Nobody hears my thoughts when I think And f** that, I can't call this Earth my home One gunshot, a little less safety prone Don't mind me. I'm just your neighborhood creep Nobody hears my thoughts when I think And f** that, I can't call this Earth my home One overdose, a little less Earth to roam