Tristan Grant - Cranium lyrics

[Verse 1] I've got a big ego cause I'm convinced that i don't have one Writing stupid lyrics double crossing all the whack ones My shadow's a scarecrow, I was born for this Gotham doesn't need me I scare the f** outta kids I was a chunky kid looking like Boyardee Now I'm shrouded in mystery like professor Moriarty A hero in this tale cannonball to the unknown Annihilate this planet bout to go Hulk-Hoge Stay true to your roots Spreading all that love because We are Groot When I think I know it all i realize that I don't know sh** Extinct like a thesaurus rapper spitting it insipid Hung around with my favourite kids School was full of sentences Wrote all of my essays and left, got sore appendages Leaving this life that I've known for so long Holy sh** I'm such a f**-up writing all these songs Getting out on that horizon cause I wanna be Eastwood Away from bad and ugly rez in the backwoods But I wish that I could save it I want you all to know that opportunities are wasting Sail into a greater destiny so I can come back And help my fellow warriors grow past the cracks White birch for life, better than a cherry blossom Scary monsters, harry potter sparking spells securing fathers Open up your mind to Drain impossible Over-thinking life as if we're stuck inside a hospital In a Boeing, so simple cause I'm flying it Your opinion's for sale but you know I ain't buying it [Hook x2] Gained a lot of pounds with these venom powered veins When it rains felons reign now controlling brains I just need an escape, an exit from this bullsh** Shredding myself to pieces, this sadness makes me write a thesis [Verse 2] I'm bout as basic as it gets Like to stay home and fly the space plane jets The sh** just came into a clay world and moulded its nest I'm askin' why the f** my life can be a god damn mess Like does he do it in jest? Or is a higher power granting time to invest In writing novels of this sh**, I'm still a broken record Nobody has the time to hear me whine about my standards Bi-langue but I don't talk French As social as a music piece with four whole rests This b**h had pissed me off once, someone I disliked Shot her nine times to show that I do not invite A darkness in my life, and I think that she will find She ain't 50 cent so I don't think that we'll survive But f** it though, It only happened up here An evil spirit lives inside of me I no longer fear