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Some days I just wanna up and call it quits | I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks | Every time I go to get up, I just fall in pits
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks Every time I go to get up, I just fall in pits My life's like one great big ball of shit If I could just put it all into all I spit 'Stead of always tryna swallow it, instead of starin' At this wall and shit while I sit, writer's block Sick of all this shit, can't call it shit All I know is I'm about to hit the wall If I have to see another one of Mom's alcoholic fits This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic I'm like a skillet bubblin' until it filters up I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up Blow this buildin' up, I've concealed enough My cup runneth over, I done filled it up The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush You don't feel it? Then it must be too real to touch Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you who I be I'ma make you hate me 'cause you ain't me You wait, it ain't too late to finally see What you closed-minded fucks were too blind to see Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee Out this world, ain't no one out their mind as me You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine All I need's a line But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme To express how I'm really feelin' at that time Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes It's just “Sometimes”, it's always me How dark can these hallways be? The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper I'm desperate at my desk If I could just get the rest of the shit off my chest again Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin' Fuck, I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin', nope It's not good enough, scribble it out New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out I'm afraid, but why am I afraid? Why am I a slave to this trade? Cyanide I spit to the grave Real enough to rile you up Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want I'm a switch hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter I'ma sit, until I get enough in me to finally hit a Fuckin' boilin' point, put some oil in your joints Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed An MC's worst dream, I make 'em tense They hate me, see me, and shake like a chainlink fence By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin' By the screams of 'em, you would swear I'm sawin' someone By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin' It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin' “Momma, Jimmy keeps leavin' on us He said he'd be back, he pinky-promised, I don't think he's honest” I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock Fuck this clock, I'ma make 'em eat this watch Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race And I'ma come back and rub my shit in your face, bitch I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice Till you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice If I gotta scream, till I have half a lung If I have half a chance, I'll grab it, Rabbit, run
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