NightWalker - This Is Love / Oedipus lyrics

"What the f**." [Verse 1:] Yo, I'm uninspired with stress piling, the world is trife So I can't make you feel good like the first time you kiss a girl you like A woman broke heart, I broke the next ten's And I don't have room in my life for eleven best friends But I never meant for it to happen like this I never wanted a girl to have to contemplate slashing her wrist If it were up to me, I'd give 'em all a consolation prize Along with a handwritten apology but I'm filled with hate inside And the truth is, I can only see it gettin' worse Even though I poor my f**in' heart out into every verse Nobody's buyin' records these days, 'cause all the fans Turned into internet rappers, and ?? DJ's And my heat's been off for three days, cold as f** There's a new bill in every piece of mail I open up How could I sober up, I could barely face it in this state It's like my whole life is a f**in' mistake So I get shifaced and drink the pain away 'Cause a bu*tered roll and some bowl of Ramen Noodles is all I ate today I could take this razor blade in the bathtub and open up my veins Or I could k** a mothaf**er and end up shackled up in chains When's it gonna change, I'm f**in' broke and hate work And my face hurts from walkin' around with this face smirk So I'm doing d** and smokin' weed again And I'm not lookin' for a girlfriend, just a girl that wants to be my friend And even then my trust issues are out of control 'Cause the relationships I've been in f**in' damaged my soul And at this point, music's the only thing that I got left So I don't write songs, I let them bleed out of my chest Chorus: This is love, nah nah this is life This is love, nah man this is life This is love, nah this is life This is love, nah this is life This is love, no this is life This is love, nah nah this is life This is love, no this is life This is love, nah nah this is life [Verse 2:] 7:23 A.M., knock at the door A girl cryin' with her wrist cut, dropped to the floor Like 'look at my arms, see I'm not okay' I gave her a towel and a hug and sent her on her way The blood got washed away, but the pain will probably never leave And the scars on her wrist will make sure she always remembers me Love is never free, and life is hard all the time Your friends could be gone tomorrow, so I love all of mine This is more than rhymes, it's a lesson, a warning A good time at night could leave you depressed in the morning The mess you're ignoring will pile up Until you can't deal with it, even when you're high as f** Sometimes life can s**, so enjoy it while it lasts And remember d** and women will deplete your wallets fast Our problems are vast, and everybody's got their share I would give a f**, but got none left to spare [Chorus] ***HIDDEN TRACK @ 7:05*** - OEDIPUS [Verse 1:] Nobody's life is great, I've learned from my mistakes And I choose my own adventure novel that I create But I'm still learning as I go along Holdin' on to my pa**ion, been rappin' like ten years going strong Through its ups and downs I've seen a lot of sh**, believe me From my whole crew rockin' on acid at CBGB To my friends gettin' stabbed at shows After those situations, it's amazing that I still act composed But I rap and pose for pics, with fans and sign their tits 'Cause they buy my sh**, so how can I resist And I'm not the one to roll up on a high horse Too cool to talk to my fans, not old school or new school A cool dude, tryin' to eat without a 9 to 5 Fillin' notebooks up since 1995 And I like the vibe I get when you throw your hands up Better than the time I get if I were thrown in handcuffs, so ["Alright, alright, alright. Hey listen, listen, listen man. Listen man. The most philosophical of all times. But anyway, I don't believe in it. I think it's a bunch of bullsh**."] [Verse 2:] Yo, I'm from a time when the radio would still play hype songs So my duel ca**ette Sony used to piss off my mom, something awful And I'm old enough to reminisce But young enough to do some new sh**, so remember this Women are venomous, but men are sick And life is a mothaf**er, like canibus Don't get it twisted, I don't rap to impress my fans If I wasn't rapping, I'd be in a heavy metal band or playin' blues Not for fame for dames and booze It's hard to get on the right track with so many trains to choose But playin' music is the path I choose to pave And I'm doing what I love no matter if I'm broke or paid I sit home for days writin' polished bottles off And to me, recyclin' is throwin' mollatoffs A young Bakowski and his bar fly days Lookin' back like damn look how far I've came ["But I'll tell you this man. I'll tell you this. I don't know what's gonna happen man, but I want to have my kicks before the whole sh** house goes up in flames. Alright, alright."] ["Ah, euphoria. Youthfinstin <--(?) stabbed and shaven. Taught words, prompt up to die."]