Lyrics:
a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
Or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask
on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush
Or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douch e
A masengel what
that she made it up
She had a soul and we ate it up
Thrown away like a paper cup
The music falls
The only flaw in her detailed plan
Is where she
We're just shaky Jenga towers with those plans
Why not abandon them and see where pieces land?
Internal operations overwhelm our goals
Of filling in our
is life so complicated
I hear conversations, going on in my head
Someone call the doctor, I need operation
Infatuated by these drugs it's so
care about my health, death has always had my hand
Italian tarzan stumbling through Japan
Numbed out my skull but never lost track of the plan
Always
A plate steel object was fired
And I did not feel for my compatriots
Hated even the core of myself
Not a matter of ill-health
It was fear of weakness
serious bidniss
O' GROWIN' UP IN ERMERICA!
Well, I plan on making a few mistakes
Having my heart broken and so forth, using
All kinds of drugs
And turning
the future look it up
Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel
Moments tear until
the future look it up
Where they say it? Ain't no more Constitution
In the event of a race war
Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel
Moments tear until
Put a stake in the pain
Take a mental health break
Feel the sunshine's rays
Feel the vibe of being alive for the first time
I don't want your dimes for
You seem to reach out
You seem to grab my hand
Do you really need help
Or is this part of the plan
You're such a fragile thing
A danger to yourself
for anaesthetics nigga
Promised my mother no damn drugs
Mental issues run in my family
If writing don't work then therapy, yeah that's your plan b
misuse of drugs while drinking all the juice
That my boss put in the fridge no Sherlock Holmes to deduce
The fact that I don't give a fuck so why the hell
Places to go people to see
Work for money and bachelors degrees
Retirement plans after thirty odd years
A life of luxury and full of fear
Drive
I've forgotten who I am
It's been so long, I'm trapped in time and space
But they say they have a plan
What is this mask they've put on my face?
enforcement
(part two, part two) operation in California history is
currently underway. (part two, part two) The police in five
Southern counties are
I'm just tryna fade away tryna be you
You're so bad for my health I don't need you (Bad)
And I can't get it out of my head
I pretend I'm ok but I'm
myself man I need help
Not feeling myself not doin too well
Taking all the drugs it's bad for my health
I'm losing myself man I need help
Just proved what
enough
Like the pills on the shelf, you're bad for my health
When I'm with you, I turn into somebody else
We’re making crazy plans, behind our Ray Bans
Why'd you have to leave me by myself
Coping with the drugs I know won't help
Causing damage to my body and my mental health
Can't see the light,
darker times
And all I know is
Epstien didn't kill himself
Politicans just wanna get wealthy
Apparently pig is bad for your health
So are the drugs in
Still over thinking in the clouds
These drugs release my stress
I know you test yo toughest soldiers
But I can't pass this test
My mental health has its
Not a human, not afraid
I will not comply, I will not obey
See, the plan is to depopulate
But the body can overcome anything, fuck what a doctor
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