Let's Be Realistic

My heart race a mile a minute I'm feelin' igant The lies come I'm dodgin' sinners Like no religion The prize come to rising winners I thrive in winter The Spring, Summer tides are rippin' I jump from bridges And take rides to push the mission Don't make exceptions No CamCord Don't need extensions I flip the benches Like f*ck that coach shit I don't know if My friends are crazy Cuz everything I see Just a reflection of my brain The world from the inside The world from my frame I'm dead on the inside But I have no shame We dead on the inside But I have no shame So retail and re-scale the whites and blanks These deep shares of our fears Like pots 'n sinks Necessary Born in February And my birthmark the shape of heart Too empathetic So I scrapped all the paint off my walls I'm so pathetic I'm tired of these all schemers 'n Nah they'll never get it But the dollar bill the name of her God And I don't get it I feel her heart all covered in scars And it's depressin' How bad I wanna show her the world Of happy endings But let's be realistic Yeah let's be realistic F*ck that shit... Maybe I feel too much these days (your so cold) Half the time don't know what to say (I don't know) But I'm here right now And all our skeletons come out to play Come out to play Aye Maybe I feel too much these days (your so cold) Half the time don't know what to say (I don't know) But I'm here right now And all my skeletons come out to play They come out to play Yeah yeah Uh I hate words Cuz they're too long And hate hurts For way to long So... haha Uh uh Doin' lines off of "Views" CD's Gettin high look at these view, see dese? I'm kinda lost on what to do for me But first things first I gotta prove to me That the American scheme ain't perfect And all this fucking green ain't worth it But I just can't trust nobody else Livin' within a shell and that's a living hell But the hell I live in a little bit different The girls I'm seein' got me muhufuckin' trippin' They pure evil like some heathens 'n some demons But I still see them every late night weekend Maybe I'm dreaming but I just hate thinkin' And I think too much so This double crutch gotta go And this fucking blunt kill my throat goddammit uh