N/A - First Thoughts lyrics

(verse 1) (Brahammad): I used to be the quiet kid of my cla** Hoodie up, never talk to anybody Pa** up the cool kids, "would he ever come out of his cage?" I don't know man he is in love with Eminem, hes always thinking up crazy thoughts, gun shots in the head of his bully Up in his school-he's always alone, top of the throne in his own Little world until one day he Got thrown into-the bathroom, whirled n swirled around, he couldn't do sh** Yeah he was getting f**ed up, spitted on, everything was wrong in the moment.. wanted to cry All he could do is duck the f** down and hope for the best (chorus): It's alright, it's okay W Everything's gonna be just fine Keep ya head up...head up, there is always gonna be tomorrow... tomorrow You're gonna make it... make it... oh yeah, karma's a b**h (verse 2) (brahammad) I've had enough i'm STANDING MY GROUND Against these, un-tough scuffed scums of the earth I've been itching to get my finger on the trigger Yeah the tables are turning around, i'll tame your a** Have you sh**tin' on a litter box Make you look worse than the sox's record from 1932 Yeah damn straight he just blew But guess what...? fu*k YOU I'm finally releasing the load off my back Getting my back pack Packing more punks, getting my load on Unloading on these pussies who tried playing footsies with the wrong motherf**er And when i'm done, ill just go back to f**ing their moms (hah) Chorus): It's alright, it's okay W Everything's gonna be just fine Keep ya head up...head up, there is always gonna be tomorrow... tomorrow You're gonna make it... make it... you see it now? (hah) (verse 3) Nobody wanted to test his testicles But he just had to do what he had to do He was becoming ill as f** but nothing to do with the flu Sick thoughts in his head, he was going at it day to day like if it was his daily bread He finally had the taste of blood, became an a**hole Did what he could to get more, nothing could stop him Not the door, the slippery floor or That b**h who*e he called his girlfriend He's gone insane in the membrane, sh** What have I become... (chorus): It's alright, it's okay W Everything's gonna be just fine Keep ya head up...head up, there is always gonna be tomorrow... tomorrow You're gonna make it... make it... was I right...?