Peeranoia - Cage

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life sequence… fiiive»

If you walk with me this way you’ll see this giant spread of all the

Substances you could abuse

And if you look to the left… well, you know

I tried a lot of drugs

I tried a lot of ladies

Some I probably wouldn’t of tried if I wasn’t on drugs

Been living sober lately

Sure, some fans will hate me

Still see bugs crawling on me

This time I think it’s scabies

Miss, don’t hate the player

I’m on the bench now

But when they call me back in

It’s back to «I Don’t Care»

The snake spoke to Eve in the garden

These days trees are fruitless, snakes are starving

Pretty little rabbits sold me for carrots, folks

Before Jim Carrey, she wore mask like Eric Stoltz

I’m not insane.

No, my life’s a gameshow

I shot for the stars — Miss

So now I aim low

If you don’t hear back from me

I probably got some shit on my dick and afraid the doctor gonna laugh at me

I’m just playin, peeranoia fucks with the mind

This hook is stuck in my cheek

Let me pull it out for real this time

Yo, if you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause my record flopped and my life is a catastrophe

Yo, if you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause them doctors with hypodermics are still after me

Yo, if you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause I’m dead to the world, literally or atrophy

Yo, if you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause I ran off with a band and shot me up with some smack for

free

I got a little buzzed

I went a little crazy

Said everything I said on Movies because of my buzz

I lost my brain before I rap

No allowance, fake sneakers, walked into a world of crack

Sold pieces for Pumas, gold, and Nike’s

Walked and talked like a rapstar

But was white, and did it right

Before girls, the acne came

I had a fade, spittin some Epmd-meets-Big Daddy Kane

Unlike the judge who cracked his hammer gently

Sent me to be evaluated, and the hospital kept me

I came home to make music weirder than De La’s

But Bobbito knew I was butters like Professor Chaos

Turned into hours of blank cause my memory bank

Is crawlin with skanks like Hillary Swank

No disrespect, but your name rhymed homie

Until my final destination, Death can blow me

If you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause my record flopped and my life is a catastrophe

If you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause some doctors with hypodermics are still after me

If you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause I’m dead to the world, literally or act to see

If you don’t hear back from me

It’s probably cause I ran off with a band and shot me up with some smack for

free

I climbed through dirt to get my name known and shit

When I jumped on the track like rainbow and spit

This party’s goin to hell with blunts to the def

Yaking on Mu’s roof while he’s wavin guns to his guest

Don’t pass that shit

Don’t throw me a lighter

I put more flakes behind my face than Tony the Tiger

I wasn’t hearing what I said, left my ear on the stage

Puked up on a fan, the last of incoherent Cage

Didn’t quit PCP, it quit me

Reality rolled me up, took 2 puffs, then clipped me

I snitched on a drug and got away lovely

Told em Johnny Dip from Hell, cops at 21 Dump St

You talk tough, then why you shaking like maracas

Put a gun in your hand, you won’t murder like B.A.

Baracus

I need a new drug to make me ok

And a place to keep my shit when they come to take me away