Trouble Knows Me - Celebrity Vision lyrics

[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst] Celebrity the vision in my face before I left her Bottom of the circus, we were twins of silver circuits Red and blue pills, with a two dollar purpose Love ain't a dollar sign, drug me up on wine Heart ain't the mushy kind, fleshy pulpy lime Now it's cable ready able willing, ill-refined Ill will spill from my hand like a foreign bill Pa** me my landing card, story board and chlorophyl Not much else, left to do today though Blow through a smokestack Sip a volcano Apes drank drano When Cain ate Abel I Betty like Grabel Talking to her like she paid though She gets full service cuz i work with no conscience Used to be a lover, now a fighter and a monster Once a Henry Fonda, now an anaconda A predator of posture Walk the line before the concert Stomp out the stage lights Show you how to work Keep it real humble -- then again i'm in my workshirt Make em eat earth To teach them bout my birthplace Forgot her for a moment, straight tears rollin down my face You never forget that Like opposites attract, i polish the 'Lib scratch [Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst] Put your anger in a proper place Jar it up and sell it Wanna be a millionaire Then you live the story -- tell it Tired of hearing bout that fake sh** You bake sh**? I build sh** You take sh**? I make gangsters feel sh** That real sh** No apologies, people call me lottery Arrogant monopoly I run on pens and pottery Spin you up a sipping bowl Ashtray or kitchen tool Momma raised me right but that p**y make me act a fool Sometimes cool, sit around and think about it d**h and taxes on my mind nobody wanna hear about it Trust must bleed, lust busts seed Dust off my dick, took a week to think about some sh** Now i'm bout to split, out the house Down to corner store Get a 3-pack, 12-pack then go hit the bar Pushed through the gla** all barstools took Used to know everybody, now just a couple homies Seen this one hottie, she look like biscotti My brain thinkin, probably she taste like it, honestly I feel heavy bodily Nerves like pasta Tired of hunting strange Feel the dread like a rasta About to be the same situation that I left Self-evaluating, hating, had me wanna go and hurt myself