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san pellegrino in mason jars - mattick! lyrics

[hook]
i’m so one dimensional, unexceptional
i ain’t nothing special at all
i peeped the four agreements, agreed with every one of them
i was playing myself all along
if it wasn’t for the rap game i wouldn’t last mane, this my only hope to hold on
the unbearable lightness of being, the light of my life is emceeing
long gazes in the mirror, like do like what i’m seeing?
i’m not who i used to be, godd-mn man i’m not who i used to be
i been used at the hands of others
i handle my sh-t now, y’all gon’ have to get used to me
k!ll me before i bite my tongue, fight before i run
y’all gon’ have to get used to me

[verse 1]
i feel like i don’t got options no more
never had my pockets empty when i walked out the store
thank god my brother didn’t answer that knock on the door
d-r-u-n-k driving, they done crashed the whip
flipped on my panic switch, panned out it’s all good
but i can’t manage the madness, my man just got wrapped for the scripts
i pray he beat the case, time something he don’t need to face
why that b-tch have to snitch? and they just bagged barlex
two times half a zip, and i doubt that’s even half of it
you see, drugged out fathers produce cutthroat youngin’s with packs to flip
packin’ swiss craftsmanship, ship that with the fact they catchin’ fists
backalley battles leave ribs cracked and split, fractured, fragmented
and shattered into bits, the fat lady sings, sirens flash and ambulances come quick
asphalt left with a crimson drip, reality’s a trip
but what matters is perception, second in the matter
in a matter of seconds seen alvin and the chipmunks switch to barry white
traumatic experiences and scary sights, i seen folkers huffin’ and then turn flush purple
still runnin’ with the same circle, i been runnin’ my mouth
and runnin’ in circles, right back where i started
and if i rap, does that make me and artist?
cause i wanna paint the town a vibrant red, got vices, voices
a history of violence inside my head, the vicious cycle envisioning that i was dead
used to be a daylight smoker, midnight toker, joker like heath ledger
no i’m on this ledge, should probably see a psychiatrist before i fly off this edge
forgive me for being cynical, but ain’t all those men and women could really do is supply me meds?
why follow what simon says? oh man, i’d rather write a rhyme instead

[verse 2]
live from channel orange, pink + white is the color scheme
crew tighter than the confines of a submarine, something something
summertime, sunny days, i was thirteen
the boy done glo’d up when i was rolling with them nervous skaters
skipping school on the mission for pools, in search of railings
red, white and blue perpetually pullin’ up when they get sight of them sb dunks
thrasher tees, the clash of bones and asphalt, bones wheels and independent trucks
i never got enough of the adrenaline rush, a bunch of virgins on the verge of danger
it hurts to say this, but some of my homies moved away
and some moved onto bigger things, whichever way familiar faces turned to strangers
got family in idaho, nevada by tahoe, san rafael, san francisco, the valley joe
but the ross valley, fairfax manor man that’s my home
vouchers for aluminum cans, racc–ns chewin’ through the trash
fiends stealin’ my recycling, momma had the hypertension
anxiety, arthritis, a little bit of everything, my poppa off the ipa
and my baby brother off the vicodin, my kitchen smell like barbecue
my backyard smell like menthol, grandma got her mind on the marlboro
she mangin’ the withdrawl, it hit hard when i heard she had that heart attack
but she got the thickest skin, through thick and thin, she hard as tacks
and big tobacco just a heartless tax, i rarely visit grams even though she just a few towns over
forehead drenched, heart pounding i decline the call, man i ain’t talking ‘less i’m sober
cause these walls closin’ in and i’m nowhere close to closure
she kept them red roses on her table, rosary in her pocket
and told me jesus rose on easter, yeah god was the greatest
well god’s son was the bible, nas was my favorite
and it’s an honor to reciprocate the favor, show my scars for all y’all entertainment and be the artist on your playlist

- mattick lyrics

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