Cobain N Them
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Stumblin' through life like "fuck it" is my motto
I'm living life carelessly without any real direction or purpose

Can't seem to make a song without drugs, sex or sorrow
My music reflects my struggles with addiction, love, and pain

Cus I ain't got no purpose, that's why all I spit is hollow
I'm lacking a sense of direction or meaning, which reflects in my art

But I don't even care; I'll have the bucket kicked tomorrow
I'm not afraid of dying because I don't see a bright future ahead of me

I think I feel a little bit down - down - down - down
I'm feeling depressed

My feet don't touch the ground - ground - ground - ground
I feel disconnected from reality

Are there any guns around - round -round
I'm contemplating suicide

Barrel to my face like pow - pow - pow
I'm imagining the act of taking my own life

Wow what a feelin', I done blew my ceilin'
I'm feeling intoxicated or high and have exceeded my personal limits

Used to the thought of killin' myself, I think I'm willin'
I've grown accustomed to the idea of suicide and may be ready to go through with it

Don't know if I'll have children, though I'm hopin' for some fame
I'm not sure if I'll ever have a family, but I still hope to achieve fame

So that I can touch some hearts before I go like Kurt Cobain
I want to make an impact on the world before my life ends, like Kurt Cobain did

Storm to my face, mind to the sky, bored every day, I wonder why
I'm dealing with a lot of inner turmoil and boredom

It won't go away, boy have I tried
I've attempted to alleviate my issues, but they persist

Coping with pain, coping with life
I'm struggling to cope with the difficulties of life

Dope in my brain; I get to hide, moments I'm sane; those I despise
I use drugs to escape my reality but hate the brief moments of clarity when I'm sober

I never love, I never cry, I never live - I wanna fly
I'm emotionally numb and want to escape my problems by flying away

I can see a future, but it don't look bright
I have a vision of my future, but I don't see a positive outcome

I wanna fly away into the summer night
I want to escape and leave everything behind

And don't need you to acknowledge my greatness when
I don't require external validation for my sense of self-worth

I can place myself with Cobain 'n Them X2
I can identify with the struggles and legacy of Kurt Cobain and other artists who died young

I glorify the cliches - drunk bumpin' Nirvana
I indulge in the stereotypes and glorify behaviors associated with rockstar culture

I think I have some bills, but I leave them to mañana
I'm irresponsible with my finances and prioritize immediate pleasure over long-term stability

I wish I had some pills that I wish I had a lot a'
I wish I had access to more drugs to cope with my pain

So that I could go bottoms up and down the muthafucking bottle
I want to drink heavily to the point of blacking out and forgetting my problems

This song is just like "Perfect" man, why do I even bother
I'm questioning the worth and quality of my own music

And fuck my fuckin' album cus I feel it is some garbage
I'm deeply dissatisfied with the quality of my musical output

Even though it is still better than what most rappers catalogues are
Despite my self-criticism, I still believe my music is better than that of many other rappers

I still feel it's not as clever as it needs to settle score, I'm
I feel my music isn't clever or impactful enough to make a lasting impression, and it bothers me

Not lookin' back though, I endulge in my black hole
I'm choosing not to dwell on my regrets and instead immerse myself in my self-destructive habits

Into the fog and just let go, cus it's not hope I'm lookin fo'
I'm resigning myself to my fate and have given up hope for a better future

But a broken suicidal, girl who rocks my boat
I'm attracted to women who share my pain and instability

Who will ride me to the motion, while it sinks into the ocean, and then
I want to share a dangerous and tumultuous life with a partner before we inevitably crash and burn

When the trigger to the sawed-off gets pulled
When I finally commit suicide

When the wind makes it whistle through the holes in my skull
When the sound of the wind passes through the bullet holes in my head

When the blood makes you slip before you notice me
When the sight of my dead body and the blood makes you slip and fall

You'll have your slippers stained with the greatest brain to spit flows - I'm the truth... bitch!
My legacy as a rapper will be cemented through my suicide, and I will be remembered as a great artist