Malaise Lyrics

Yeah

Okay

A crippled man with a tarnished past

Even Montresor couldn't stash me behind the cask

A rash decision, my life

The crash collision, my strife

Impaired vision

Cut the mic, scission

My cash position is tighter than a punch, that Street Fighter

The Uppercut that lay you out, that Tiger

There's no need for the viper

Playing quarters with one of ya man's daughters, I'm nicer

A lighter version of rugs that's Persian, a mug that's burning

I'm still learning how I'm supposed to React, Erick Sermon

I downed a fifth of that English Bourbon

And started swerving on my way to AA cuz I'm a different person

Growing up they would hit me in my stomach lots

It's a fucking wonder that I never grew to pummel cops

Bombing every track with excellence

You dudes can't halt the power of this pestilence

Lines be extra thick

Uh

I'll be damned if I ain't persistent

Musical foundation is non-existent

I guess that's it, there's nothing else that I gotta say

I've been trying to figure out how the hell I should spend my days

The shitfaced routine is played out, Bob and Jay

Bring me back to the better times, watching Hobbs play

I'm not okay

Samuel Vincent