Various Artists - Rabbit Run lyrics

[Verse] Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of sh** If I could just put it all into all I spit Instead of always trying to swallow it Instead of staring at this wall and sh** While I sit, writer's block, sick of all this sh** Can't call it, sh**, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealing with another f**ing politic I'm like a sk**et bubbling until it filters up I'm about to k** it, I can feel it building up Blow this building up, I've concealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear sh** up Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you closed-minded f**s were too blind to see Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feeling at that time Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes It's just sometimes, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three This half-a**ed rhyme with this half-a**ed piece of paper {*rip*} I'm desperate at my desk If I can just get the rest of the sh** off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' f**, I'm stumped up, wait, here comes somethin' {*crumples paper*} Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the sh** out I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave Real enough to rile you up Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter b**h, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a f**ing boiling point, put some oil in your joints Flip the coin, b**h, come get destroyed An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense They hate me, see me and shake like a chain-link fence By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawing someone By the way they're running, you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' Momma, Jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said he'd be back He pinky promised, I don't think he's honest I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock f** this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my sh** in your face, b**h I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice 'Til you sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream 'til I have half a lung If I have half a chance I grab it — Rabbit, run!