Vic Rivers - Fear & Loathing lyrics

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Vic Rivers - Fear & Loathing lyrics

[Verse 1] Fear and loathing, nightmares in my dreams If I'm up or sleeping, that's all I see You don't know me, far from a pot head Feeling here, like when I first got head Slept with some bad chicks, they the meanest Drunk at the club, never seen us Saw me, but you dancing with a man All good, don't hit me up when you're a fan Good girls think I'm bad, I don't understand Why all the girls I want, got a man I only say the truth, in the booth I'm a nice guy, led astray in my youth Hearts don't break even, I'm the proof When I was young, couldn't bag in my coupe Then my last ex, smashing in her Beamer Sweetheart too, wish you could of seen her Vegas hangover, dam I miss her Had to fly back, just to kiss her Story of the boy who didn't wanna make it Overdosed on pills till my body couldn't take it Stuck at the hospital, for like two days They say life's a b**h, she could stay Some say he's simple, rhyming basic sh** Same ones clubbing, let me guess, it was lit? Fire in my eyes, this pain ain't real? While these rappers lie about weed for appeal I was getting stoned, just to numb what I feel Once that stopped working, started taking pills I ain't proud, I was stupid, I'll keep it real Now I'm here to show you better ways to heal Forget the d**, shake your need for it Once you hitting rock bottom, you won't feel that hit [Verse 2] Fear and loathing, nightmares in my dreams If I'm up or sleeping, that's all I see Living hell, life is borrowed, fact Invest in every day, make interest back City on my back, naw, put it on the map Different trains of thoughts, running thru the city tracks Do it for my mom, she shouldn't take the train For my pops, he shouldn't feel this pain He's stubborn, his son is just the same Both have good intentions, different things to blame For me, it's love, that's my Achilles Heel White and spanish girls, smart with s** appeal Mind is on the money, can't afford hit and misses Trying to keep my soul, not trade it for the riches Bills are adding up, cash is still missing Either book these sessions or it's back to green pitching Really I'm a hitter, not much of a good pitcher And it's really hard to be both, go figure Life is going down, take flight to stay higher I try to save money, it's a cost to stay flyer Lost bigger pieces, worried about the crumbs I'm f**ing life numb, I'm surprised I even cum