The Wall (Mixed)
Scarface
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So, Brad, tell us, what's going on in your world?
It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seeing something scary, it's blurry, make it clearer
I got a funny feeling that today will be the day
That someone tries to put my motherfucking ass away, hey
I did some wrong in my time of dying, but
I never felt the nerve to make the motherfucking final cut
I've been depressed for no fucking reason
But every problem has a reason, I'm kinda having trouble breathing
Somebody help me, hear my plea, my battle cry
My psychic told me, it's gon' be hard for Brad to die
She told a lie, I think I oughta shoot the bitch
I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit
Click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it
Oh shit, god damn it
I'm having a fucked up day to begin with
I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this
My homies seem to think I get too high
I'm doing fine, now pass me the formaldehyde
The only thing that seems to help me cope
Is when I'm drunker than a motherfucker, puffing on some potent smoke
And then I'm able to deal with the woes
The friends, the folks, the bitches, the hoes
I got a gang of niggas, and none of them I'll fuck
I got a gang of bitches, and none of them I trust
Trust a bitch? Nope, uh-uh, never
I'm having enough trouble trying to keep my damn self together
They got me by the balls
So please, help me break these motherfucking
These motherfucking walls