Clouded

Caught up in the fame, no rain Two dial-up tones No change It's the same old game Same shit with a new bitch Who's this Just another to abuse it Got me caught up looking stupid But I'm putting on where I come from Little bit deranged when I hold up my gun Still thinking to myself Is it better if I run Fuse it, put the barrel to my fucking head And I'm done I been fucked up for quite some time Still debating suicide On my mind It's like every fucking night I been wasting fucking time All night, in a ditch Walking with a limp And still got blood in my eyes Repping sv While you bitter all shine in disguise Fake smile on your face Wiping tears from your eyes Now I think I finally know better You better beware To keep the red up off the ledger Uh