Hung Up Like IM Christ

Look at me Look at you Looking cool I'm a few Drinks through In the studio I stay breathing out Fye Anyway I could die Cause I'm living a lie But still I dont know why I still got shaky legs when I'm sitting around My face is down when I frown My thoughts dont turn to sound I think what'd I do now I think what'd I do now Mister LeeV Wants the ice Said I'm Fuck a price Mister LeeV Wants the ice Make me feel So nice That I got to say it twice Snorting crushed up lice Hoarding fucked up mice Skinners box enticed Me, do it all for my life See, no im a really not nice I stay hung up like I'm Christ I stay hung up like I'm Christ I'm boozing all thru the night No snoozing all thru the night My dreams are way outta sight And now I'm looking to fight I stay hung up like I'm Christ I stay hung up like I'm Christ I'm boozing all thru the night No snoozing all thru the night I'm speaking words outta spite They make you shake outta fright You got to lose it sometimes So I stay looney, make rhymes I'm staring far out the sea While I reflect upon me I stare at God but don't plea Eat a mushroom and I stare at the moon The future always come soon So I just stay in my room I dont look up to no dude I stuff my mouth with some food Then wash it down with some poon I think it's all I consume Look at me Look at you Looking cool I'm a few Drinks through In the studio It's what I do For my mood I need a cue To pursue I got a bad attitude Perception always construed I want a fuckin quaalude Go to space and I zoom Til i roll in my tomb I'm a always assume Ya should a stayed in the womb My room always so gloom But shit soon I'm a bloom Either that, or I'll boom I'm a boom Sit in no light What Chu foresight Takin flight Get my soul right I get so tight Shit I just might Go and smoke a pipe Fill it with some dust What I'm really on About a million Get my silly on My affiliate Can you fill me up Said I'm outta gas I'm a pull a dash At my local ****** I could search the sea Still I'm never free I'm too cool to be What Chu want from me Which you'll never see Sippin on some tea Smoking on some grass Never make it last Cover up my past When I break and crash Thinking that I'm trash I could never pass As another fraud Singing any song Come and smoke a bong Think we'd get along