Ghost Keyz - IRFHY lyrics

(Verse 1) After the fact the math of addin you with the hash Happier than a Glad Bag over the emo's head Hopefully I make you happy like meal's smashed in the dash And colorful like cartoons on TV in a cheetah pad Baby, I f**in' love you, and lovin' don't have no curfew I'll love you until the Earth dies or at least until I do Nothing ever seemed to matter besides your smile well splattered And the tattered memory of eating ice cream, getting fatter "Never leavin' the house again, my friend" or so it seemed Did it for 'bout 3 months, pourin' out my guts in a open stream Get so beamed that I don't see clean Break my knees with a 4 inch screen Mind so shattered by the LSD That a Klondike bar would do sh** for me Do a backflip on a winding street Land somewhere right under trees Motives on the road to rogue and vulgar actions Mastered the greatest faction, now slowly growin the ma**es Pa**in' the fattest fatty and now I'm speakin' with accents Matchin' image of Daddy, f** it, he's livin' the actin' Now I'm rappin' with pa**ion, always needed a laugh and Nevermind the corridor leadin' to other fashions Bottle mind and body so soul can live the crashin' Nasty like f**in' a**es, greater than f**in' Alex Like to say that I'm pa**ive aggressive, you get the message Rectify livin' life hectic, check it before you wreck it Check all your blind spots otherwise you disconnected n***as wantin' the perfect bringin' the unexpected She stay right at home, not to be disrespected but... (Chorus) I really f**in' hate you now (x6) (Verse 2) Write a story for Pastor, burn the paper to ashes Let it fall to the ground, then pick it up, fantastic Learnin' new things like how to do better now Instead of walkin' in the field, tippin' over cows Crowded in this sandbox, give me my bubble now Clostraphobic with no aerobics, my heart don't even pound Pissin' the front desk off askin' where is my girl? Up in room 312, hearin' her f**in' yell Dammit I hate the cryin', worse I hated the smell The people in Dr. outfits knowingly knowin' the deal Catchin' me on a reel, pullin' me out of hell Makin' sure that I breathe, then puttin' me back to jail Captive in my own thoughts, trapped and I'll never tell Except my fans will always know the life Kullizun wrote in brail George Foreman don't know nothin' 'bout grillin' the fascists Cla**ically a masterpiece but n***a I'm lookin' past it f** it, I know the average American don't know average If it slapped them in the face and repeated the line in static Tacky but f**in' true What we got left to lose? Tools in a shed held up by hangin' cocoons Wrapped in golden weaves and never becomin' loose How do we fix the problem when problems control the news? Media and followers, cults and bein' active Told me to stop rappin', now I'm bein' proactive Helpin' the slightest gadget to tell us all the statistics It's weird how everywhere I look it always seems sadistic