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raw shit 3 - dmerone lyrics

you see i doubt humanity when i’m at my best
that’s why i light green buds and sh-t that cuts flesh
sometimes stuck f-cked in a ruck depressed
and i’ll flip and i’ll clash with mates i rate best
used to be a normal c-nt blunts for days
touched footy at the park weekends away
but i was blurred by a vision, my mind decayed
as i craved to f-ck a bullet or the sharpest blade
i got snitched on got busted money i l-stered
sang a verse about my d-ck got chicks that got trusted
mates i trusted stabbed us in the back
bring her hit like mustard rise and attack back
so say what you want but talks cheap you b-tch
i got my life out of a ruck without being a snitch
probs to my mates, who truly know what it is
and cheers to the few who stuck by through a glitch in my mind
so i’m dropping some life in the rhyme
chin up to the boys inside doing time
f-ck the under-covers and f-ck all the others
but this is for the ones who had to look at bald mothers
in their bed chemo f-ck their arms and their legs
but you were in your room smoking yesterdays dreads
vegetable healing just to block out the feeling
but the pain stays deep the slides keep reeling
in your mind in time you buried under white lines
sniffing selling entrenched in the time
my rhymes entwine as i watch the sunrise
while they log in logout and fiend the grapevine
till your brain is shook open your eyes have a look
you think you’re well liked ’cause you’re liked on facebook
bruz i’m in the bush bait on my hook
waiting for to bring the pie like as i feast on a gold chook

you know how it goes feeling lower than the floor below until i get
with the bros and rip flows
i hold it close i don’t need a f-cking double dose
i wanna hit the microphone to rumble the shows
but then i hate on fate i can’t see clear
spray came my mates same on the gear
my end is near because i’m downing in the f-cking dream
and then i’m mixing medication with amphetamines
i got clean but the devils seen where i been
and now hes all up in my head like some panadiene
or valium and xanax [?] pressed with mirtazapine
i’m grabbing i’m stashing em, i’m low so i ration em
check, i’m getting low so i ration em, no sleep mad beef
dreams that are heavy the insomnia’s back
so i’m crushing up a sery its like
sweaty palms and bile chucked in a bin
spiraled its viral i’m sucked in
my luck thins and in time i’m stressing
talking to myself but i never ever learnt my own lesson
i flip out and show mouse when i’m peakin and
i’m stuck in my house with severe depression its like
i’m sick of feeling i’m attached to the train tracks
i’m sick of feeling i gotta inflict pain back
i’m sick of feeling like this like that
like this like that like this like that yo
i’m sick of feeling i’m attached to the train tracks
i’m sick of feeling i gotta inflict pain back
i’m sick of feeling like this like that
like what like this like that, check

- dmerone lyrics

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