O.M.G. (feat. Bloswick)

Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that Oh my god We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that My whole life I've been doubted, never done nothing astounding I don't stick out or stand out, but I don't need no handouts I don't get no shout outs, my friends are dead And I don't got no screaming fans, just loud voices in my head Of course I need a therapist, a horse is where my larynx is I lost my voice, I lost my dreams, I don't keep up appearances I had to have a surgery on my neck and on my throat Didn't heal as well as I hoped, sometimes I can barely tell a joke I wanna grab a rope that'll make me choke, wrap it around my neck and squeeze Throw the other end over a tree and watch me swing Like my classmate Joel did before we were teens You might be fucked up in the head, but you're not as fucked as me I can guarantee with jubilance and merrily, there ain't no maiden fair as me I already agreed I need some therapy, I am fairly certain That my hurtings just began, but we all know That that's the journey of a man, let's go Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that Oh my god We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that We gonna do it like this We gonna do it like that I made alliances with lowbrow hoodlums and thieves I made it out the woods and through the partially colored leaves Out of the darkness I discovered that I still couldn't see Don't know the difference between desert sands and islands at sea I know that violence could be my way out of this life Set off the siren in me to find out if I'm right I think I lost my will to die the last time that I tried And failed don't tell the family they worry endless lost nights If I storyboarded my life I would have ended it sooner It's a refrigerated world and I ain't mention the cooler It's full of half-melted ice, broken friends and the losers You lost along the way and somehow get influenced by A lot of this, by a lot of that die Make sure that your kids do the same and on time I think that we've all thought there's more but it's not so Who cares if it's a burial plot or a pothole Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that It was the early 2000s, I was known on the scene A monster on the microphone and even more of a fiend If you could pass it in a baggie, crush and sniff through a straw Watch the sands of opportunities just slip through my paws I ain't no young man no more, but step on my toes And for sure I'm chokin' your ass like Randy Couture Engage my core when I fight, I need more gore in my life You'll hear the lions roar if you go to war with my pride I never say, let's go outside, I say, what's that behind you Then I sucker punch a motherfucker in their eyes Surprise, it's the rise of the guys with the wisest Lines and lyrics most lyricists can't comprise of Or comprehend, these dudes have cops for friends These soft snitchin' sellout snakes are just awful men It's really awkward when they won't answer my calls So I have to go to their house and knock on their chin Oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh my god We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that Oh my god, oh my god Oh my god, oh my god We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that We gon' do it like this, we gon' do it like that You got a weak ass throat I'm surprised it was even able to speak that though Sometimes you gotta eat that crow And be pleased with your seats deep in the back row You got a weak ass throat I'm surprised it was even able to speak that though Sometimes you gotta eat that crow And be pleased with your seats in the nose please, bro