Mac Lethal - Something i can heart lyrics

I wanna give a big rest in peace to one of my facking idols: Nate Dog God damn it why did you have to die man, fack! (it's so incredible) North Korean barbeque Black clover Burn rain clouds burn Burn rain clouds burn You know I wiped the blood out my blue eyes People looking at me thinking that I'm too high But no, I'm just saying goodbye, to the snow Waiting for the fireworks in July, here we go that's Something I can heart (whoa) Something I can heart (whoa) Something I can heart for life. (okay!) I'm looking for: Something I can heart (whoa) Something I can heart (whoa) Something I can heart for life. (okay!) You know I'm rapping beautiful to drums I'm looking in the mirror asking who have you become? Me? I've become a monster, stone Hearted like a kid from the foster-homes But I ain't seen my home in months, I don't have the luxury I make my living on the road, can't say I'm living comfortably I'm looking in the mirror asking who the f** is he? I dip my paintbrush in the blood that's on my upper teeth Damn, I'm a gluton for the self-torture Tell the devil thanks for punching me I fell forwards I only started screaming when I felt cornered At the record label meeting I could smell hors d'oeuvres They told me I should buy a new toupee They'll put me on the charts I could climb, I'm to hooray Imma never let you do me like you do Lupe Keep your blood money b**h, good day! Phoenix in the sky We will never die Sprinkling the ashes for the people in disguise Phoenix in the sky We will never die Sprinkling the happiness we need a new july I'm like a cla**ic impressionist painting With negative space covered by excellent shading I'm watching lots of these veterans fading Cause they ain't sacrificing nothing to better what they brang And thats their own fault. Imma melt the snow with my bone salt Me and my stress can take a slow waltz Grab it by the hand, I throw it off a tall bridge, catch it if you can But you don't even want it. I separated from it Now I'm gonna live until I'm 1 million and 7 hundred So even when I die I'll be chillin in heaven blunted (?) And probably hangin' out with Jesus' children; forever young kid It's a quality of life, see now I got the juice And me and all my demons made a truce I promise it's a quality of life, and this anxiety is drug-induced So my sobriety will cut me loose, next! (Next)