Staring at a blank canvas
I might blow my fucking brains out
The alcohol did damage
I quit
My friends say I don't hang out
Enough
Stand in line to cash my paycheck
What?
I wish I had a couple shows lined
Up
Did my old dippy dirty
So karma hit me with a close line
If you ever had a plan and that plan didn't pan out
You might be a fan of this trance tempos dragged out
Scriptures from the temple get dragged out
Loosies get dropped get a drag now
Lungs full I breath in death
This blank canvas
Used to start another 'fore the paint dried
I'm taunted by this plain white canvas
Because Tonight my brush said he has stage fright
Son of a
Four lipped dog elixirs poured and fogged my conscience stream my dreams ignored and bogged down life
Hit the pause now height
Of the lows I feel
At least I know I feel numb
Watch me open sealed rum and dive in like
Seals sun deprived
Baskin in the moonlight crippled crooner
Underlying signals that I'm doomed by
The look disappointment joints rolled rocketeering subconscious disjointed lime away
Polishing the rust off on the cusp of my demise
Punch drunk on the booze so me and punchlines cut ties like a
Disgruntled Taylor swift pen strokes
I'm only 22 but my mind been fro
Zen garden in my mental
I go against the grain
Sometimes rain on the window pane
Sunshine is needed
Sickness untreated since a young fetus
Redundant but completed the rhymes scheme
Timesheet
Clock in clock out
Past in post mortem gets blocked out
Pass to the post can't miss my shot now
No love in my home I might lebron out
Get a ring bells from here to there
Handle things with no cop out like
Like anarchy ...
I might blow my fucking brains out
Staring at this blank canvas
I Might blow my fucking brains out on it