Will Is Chillin' - Blue Balls lyrics

And it sounds so beautiful And it sounds so beautiful And it sounds so beautiful If it was up to me i would never leave the studio I got a headache, i got blueballs I wanna make this bed shake but got no one to booty call Droopy eyes pulls from this loosie seem to sooth the cough Depression make me never hit the booth at all Withdrawal draw up some memories with remedies But all of them seam heavily stained and full of holes Like Jah's son on the cross Or my clothes i never had the money to floss To the hoes who wanted nothing me All they'll get is nuttin from me While i stunt the bummiest threads my love is word So i'd rather switch the flow on a witty written pro Hit the pinnacle its pitiful that nothing last forever so i dread Falling off or stalling so even if im yawning im conjuring up a sonnet To match the mood. like my summary of summer is so cruel Took a break from school miseducated miss my education Destine to be destitute my confidence was decimated in bed i rest awaken Respiration calm down development arrested lack of attention time invested By the man they say i look like cool calm collect but temper as red as suge knight screaming f** the good life Frustrated when i wrote this verse running thin on patience and i heard it only worsens Immersed in my life's work quest to make the mic hurt til i bite dirt then i choked in the cipher... And it sounds so beautiful And it sounds so beautiful And it sounds so beautiful If it was up to me i would never leave the studio (2X) Forgot the words im loosing myself wallflower glued to the shelf Befriending people who are used to the wealth can't understand my struggle Far from stunting on a jumbo-tron its easy being humble Keep belief release and breath to ease the demons for a subtle moment Mumble undertones of hopelessness plague my vocal components Try so hard to stay focus and control it but i couldn't stress this fact enough Thought that part of being a man was acting tough laughin in the face of fear shed no tear and grab your nuts Click clack react with guns sad fact that act is numb no feelings and im full of 'em Not the only poor runt theres a chicago puplic school of 'em Root root for the shooter so they boo the dude who choose to run Like i do from my problems such a loser dumb something of the sort Trials and tribulations this is my summons to the court Denial on a few separate occasions... is the stage really my place in this maze we called life When i couldn't get a gig to save my life. right... Blues balls again same sh** like i need some new drawls and a coupon for depends Because my happiness depends on whether or not i rock a crowd again Pour my heart out since i started out try to spit a song and got carded out Shoes holier than that carpenter she'll never take her carpet out It doesn't help that i still live with my mother and i share a bunk with my 16 year old brother Got a year old box of rubbers my life is blue balled sh** is such a f**ing drag... rupall Slew of verses stored in my mental u-haul beat looping in the stu all. good. chillin' And it sounds so beautiful And it sounds so beautiful And it sounds so beautiful If it was up to me i would never leave the studio (2X)