LA Chase - Geppetto lyrics

[Verse 1] I want to feel like I'm in control and bold wanna stop the shots I'm told To take when i break when I'm under pressure motherf** my professor Motherf** these questions when I dish this lesson It's simple n***a Don't sh** on my canvas can't stand this when trying to paint my pictures Had to say "f** inspiration"... Cause the truth never comes to light In my life I don't ask "to my face why you lie?" "Why the rain from the sky feels like knives in my eyes?" Feel like Diving skies with eyes closed No parachute just prayer and a "hope so " Quick d**h better than a clap from 44 Flying from a Rover Wait till its over d**h and brothers kids in the street 'bout to grab their mothers Wet dead body laying under cover " SyxxEyes just died" brother to a brother "Will there be another? Will there be another??" Nah just copies of sh**, they'll love you just plotting this sh** above you I'm just trynna (Trying to) get my bread and bu*ter Upper echelon k**ing in the renaissance Know when the pen is they're not worthy n***as are Krillin to a goddamn Broly God is calling catch me falling Some things I live for And it is not who*es Dancing on your porch Crash a new Porsche On solid gold floors, " Oh you got yours?" "So we both a**?" " Damn We dance for more" [Hook] This life, this is my life, your life, this is your life, our life, this is our life, Life, this is life X4 [Verse 2] My humble factor needs a little work But I can't stay sane n***as ga**ed like propane Hank Hill even told me that it's "insane" In the membrane Now my memories shot f**ed up I don't even smoke laced pot Might as well lost in a parking lot was in my own lane till my plane got dropped f**ed up plot By some bombers It was a honor Hol up, get it? Stuck in a trance where i'm growing But old faces keeps on showing up I pray to god that I had enough I pray to god that I had enough Put the cuffs on a k**er when he k**s for lust I'mma (i'm going to) bust I swear I took too much Watch the moral fly over Over your head for closure Laying on my doctors sofa While my clones portray a poser Johnny Cash gave me his crown of thorns before suicide could settle the score Will the "Basis" prophecy take action? With dream packed in? I'm waiting for it Ready to die like I'm Notorious I promise to your heart that I won't blink before the bullet hits but yet I'm a pacifist Society would love to die vain I'm off my rocker so I wouldn't doing the same