Cigarettes & Philosophy

Creep up out the gate, I got that duffel bag packed Throw it in the trunk, get in the whip and never turn back Bl-bl-black trench coat no longer hangin' on the rack Middle finger to the man, misanthropic they call me that As I drive on down the road, my hands be shakin' with adrenaline See some faces that I hate and I can't wait to bury them It runs deep, so deep, check the evidence Ain't nobody f*ck with me so I'ma make it clear to them Park the whip As I get up out the bitch I see a homie lightin' up a cig and walkin' to me kinda quick He ask me why I miss philosophy scoffing I tell the obvious That it don't even matter And he gotta dip I see his face change feeling a little bit strange But he don't question so I'm guessing He will be stayin' unscathed There be the double doors and nothin' that stands in my way So I walk on through 'em to the cafeteria to place my thangs Time ticks by as I'm waiting for the fireworks Excited and I'm frightened as I can begin to think the worst Got my backup plan layin' in the backseat And I'ma wait just one more minute 'til I got everything I take my gun and walk up in the building let it fuckin' blast Screams of terror ringing through the halls as everybody pass When I get up in the cafeteria I shoot the bags But ain't a motherfuckin' thang really goin' to plan So I gallop up the stairs and I walk up in the fuckin' library I hear the whispers and the sobbing sing harmoniously Suffer, suffer as I squeeze that thang indiscriminately underneath all the tables I see the black rivers they leak On the carpet, as the alarm just keep on blaring I start to lose my self as my adrenaline is wearing And all things I've done begin to really fuckin' scare me I put the gauge up to my head and-