TheRAPY Lyrics

Grab a scalpel, oh so fine. Let's use it as a key to unlock the sublime mind of mine

As....

Glass shatters, blood splatters. Brain damage, doesn't matter. Grey matter, Ideas scatter

Mad hatter, as reality rips and splits and gets torn into tatters.

Remove myself from the latter

As I'm getting older, I'm getting fatter. My inner self becoming flatter

I'm confusing and forgetting everything. From string to bling, from prong to bing, from tongs to tings, it doesn't fucking matter

I find myself as if I'm blindly walking through life's abyss.

The only thing that's grounding me are memories that I haven't missed

I find the happiest moments tend to be when I am on the piss

Or inside a woman, having a jizz

Or getting so stoned, I can't remember who the fuck I is

I look back and I notice this

That I've done a lot of motherfucking stupid shit

To balance has the amount of work that I did

upon reflection that I had to put into it

But you know that's all cool, Though.

This life's not yours but mine, bro

It is what it is, yo.

Life's hard till you're charred, ho.

Make no fucking difference, no

I still wanted it, it all, though.

Making money, taking money, bringing home, the dough

To your honey, ho.

Still making it through, though

Just as a weird kid

With a beard skid

Under feared lids

That had been hid

From my eyelids

Since I was an embryo

I can't believe I've got a job with the sole purpose of teaching kids

Which is why I'm confused and fucked up and fed up and think I've had enough of this

Ahh fucking same old five days on, two days off. Bullshit

The monotony has gotten me in a headspace questioning, now what?

Am I supposed to spend my life educating the next generation of motherfucking twats?

Losing sleep and soul, over whether or not I've got the shit taught

And I'm caught up

In this time of mine, trying to split up.

This never ending, To-do list

Will I be spending the next thirty years doing the same old motherfucking shit?

Why does it matter when we all end up in a six-foot pit at the end of it?

Falling rotten, dead and forgotten, and devoted into this work shit

Do we keep going on, until we've had enough of it? My head is gonna split

I think it's about time we change the motherfucking skit

So grab a scalpel, yeah, oh so fine.

Let's use it to unlock this sublime mind of mine

As glass shatters, blood splatters,

Brain damaged, doesn't matter,

Grey matter, Ideas scatter

Mad hatter, as reality rips and split, torn in tatters

Remove myself from the latter.

As I'm getting older, getting fatter

My inner self becoming flatter.

It's confusing and I'm forgetting everything

From ring to ring

From bongs to wings,

From frogs to kings,

It doesn't fucking matter

It's because of all this stress and shit that I'm always gonna go through, though

I spend more of my dough time, yo, getting motherfucking Blotto

Trying to look for answers at the bottom of a bottle

Trying to forget the necks that I want to throttle

Maybe I'll be fine though?

But I feel the only way of surviving this

Is by looking for my second self, through deep drags of my third spliff

While imagining myself rolling on the floor made of fat tits

As if,

Shit!!!

You all know, yo, how this all goes, ho

We won't learn from the rut that we're in

Admit it, no, though, you'll be doing the same shit tomorrow

You gonna live in sin

However, there are new skills, new pills, new thrills,

New deals I've begin to tap

Encouraging new ways, new days, new raves, new craves

To keep going, grow, and adapt

Man, I hate this crap, but within my down time

In my own town, I'mma couch tumour.

Watching countless comedies on Netflix to help boost my motherfucking sense of humour

Then getting depressed cause it feels like that

I'm looking down the barrels of my motherfucking future

Man, I wish I'd done more in my life

Just staple it up and glue up shut

My motherfucking suture

Yo, what you doing

I'm trying to fix up my fucking life

Fuck off

So grab a scalpel, yeah, oh so fine.

Let's use it to unlock this sublime mind of mine

As glass shatters, blood splatters,

Brain damaged, doesn't matter,

Grey matter, Ideas scatter

Mad hatter, as reality splits and rips, torn in tatters

Remove myself from the latter.

As I'm getting older, getting fatter

My inner self becoming flatter.

It's confusing and I'm forgetting everything

From dongs to drinks,

From Tongs to tings,

From songs to swings

It doesn't Fucking Matter

I'm domesticated, self medicated

I'm grated self-berated

As I celebrate from doing fucking nothing

Complaining about everything

Acting like a king

Not knowing anything

From the people who are suffering

I don't know anything other than the fact

That I am moth-er-fuck-ing noth-ing

Abandon my ego at the age of 26

It's coming after three years

Who thinks like this?

I feel like I'm too young

Getting caught up this deep in a rut

But this shit doesn't do anything for me

To wanna get off my butt.

These thoughts come in swarms when I'm all alone

And I like being stoned and safe while I'm on my own

As it turns out to be a warm goal of mine

To have my time till let me become a fully grown

Gnome

And being the selfish prick I am

I don't want to grow old and die alone

Am I alone?

I want anything all the time without actually knowing of

Anything that I fucking want

In a constant state of flux

With bio-socio urges being at the centre of my taunt

And I'm haunted by the self-inflicted nagging voices in my head

That are coming at me with authority

So I'm guessing like everyone else

I am my own worst enemy

Toxic unapproachable like a fucking Sea anemone

Continuously stinging me

Till the motherfucking day that I

D.I.E

So grab a scalpel, yeah, oh so fine.

Let's use it to unlock this sublime mind of mine

As glass shatters, blood splatters,

Brain damaged, doesn't matter,

Grey matter, Ideas scatter

Mad hatter, as reality rips and splits,

and gets torn in tatters

Remove myself from the latter.

As I'm getting older, getting fatter

My inner self becoming flatter.

It's confusing and I'm forgetting everything

From string to bling

From bong to bing

It doesn't Fucking Matter

Ahhhhh

That's a relief

That's good TheRAPY