Paranoid Island
Gerko
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I used to feel it in my heart, but now I feel it in my bones All my friends grew up or died, and now I'm all alone Standing next to a pile of dead canaries in a coal mine With a head full of deadlights, trying to get mine I've got no nothing in mind, I'm trying to hide from dead ends While punctuating my penance like it's one long run one sentence My penmanship is graffed up cause I act up and never listen I'm equal parts Pinky, The Brain, Snake Plissken, and Jesse Pinkman I don't f*ck with you if you've gotta ask me if I f*ck with you Catch me heating up the walk-in cooler coughing up a lung or two So just give me a reason and I'm going off of the deep end Maybe forever ever, maybe for the weekend F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down F*ck biting my tongue, son, I'ma spit it out F*ck knocking on death's door, I'ma kick it down F*ck biting my tongue, son There's no more Noble pursuit than throwing poop in the ceiling fan Just to show the whole world how you're feeling, fam, but damn Just remember your roommates gotta clean up the mess, my man Hot knives in the kitchen, bong rips in the bathtub Beers out back in the snowbank, we was getting mad drunk Baggies full of stems and caps, belly laughs, and all of that We were stranded on paranoid island, circa 2007 My man was on a bad trip tumbling down the stairway to heaven Burned out and barely lucid, way past Ernest Scared Stupid Step on my throat! the words bellowed from the belly of the beast Step on my throat! he said it without a hint of comedic relief Looked me dead in my eyes and said he'd never really know peace He wanted to die We were on the dark side of our youth, marching in some moon boots Feeling like some straight-up goons, looking like the goof troop On acid, Dwight Schrute with a hatchet Jim Halpert with halitosis and a habit of knockin' em back like a catfish Just some blood brothers booze cruising for some broken noses One of us was halfway dead, neither of us could know it At the time. Life was all about the blind drunk blackout vacant I went hard in the punk rock, you went hard hitting the pavement I remember the first time you asked me to kill ya, It wouldn't be the last time, in fact it became too familiar It was all smiles and laughs in front of most of these cats Behind closed doors back at the pad everything was painted black On many nights I'd wake up to the sound of your sobs On many nights I'd wake up to breaking glass thinking we're getting robbed But instead, I'd find you tearing your room apart in the dark I wanted to put it all back together but didn't know where to start It would have taken all the kings horses and all the kings men But you'd just pretend that things were fine and then that was where it would end A wise man once said one day we'll look back and laugh But you're dead and gone, homie, I can't even smirk when I look back Whenever I look at your photograph I just really wanna ask You if you pondered what would happen before your sky turned black I love you homie, I swear I'm not trying to put you on blast But did you ask yourself what would happen before your sky turned black
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