Apathetic, that is my profession bitch
I don't feel anything so get out of my mentions bitch
I still can't feel nothing, everything is a facade
And lord knows you have been a doll but I can't keep on pressing on uh
When we fight, I'm not even pressed
So give it a rest cause I know I'm blessed
I don't even feel it, it's like I'm playing checkers while god is playing chess
I don't understand, how I have some fans up in japan if I'm like the rest
Nothing special 'bout me but I'm getting money and it's true that money can't kill stress
Seeing new visions like when Jezus put the mud to the blind man's eyes
Genesis, Exodus to Revelations was in my mind
"Don't believe the heathens or the demons crawl towards the light"
Don't hang out with bad influences
Two wrongs don't make a right
Bitch, I'm smoking weed now, does that make me a man?
Trips is all I see now, maybe you can lend a hand?
Doing acid in the rain and pouring up the Bane of my existence
Guess I'll be another subject to the pain
But, out the windowpane, I see nothing really changed
As much as I get drunk or high things still stay the same
So I've been running circles, straps on me like my name Urkel
Cause now I stay paranoid so niggas don't roll up and Merk you
When life is crappy, and your emotions take over you're forced to the backseat
And you end up popping niggas just like some acne
And you see the blood on your hands too much for a maxi
You realize life is a sick joke where no one is laughing
You're unlucky enough to do life for it
Knowing damn well you had other things that you worked for
Stripped away in seconds, now you have to prepare for war
Wondering if you are rotten at the heart of the core
Remember that I'm supposed to be Christian
From the higher powers, I'm unhinging
Seeing if the devil will take me cause lord knows I'll take the admission
Where is that second coming I'm missing?
How do I save my friends from the prisons?
Going back and forth from the ER
How can you even call that shit living?
Apathetic, that is my profession bitch
I don't feel anything so get out of my mentions bitch
I still can't feel nothing, everything is a facade
And lord knows you have been a doll but I can't keep on pressing on
Taijitu - (A)pathetic Lyrics
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English
Apathetic, that is my profession bitch
I don't feel anything so get out of my mentions bitch
I still can't feel nothing, everything is a facade
And lord knows you have been a doll but I can't keep on pressing on uh
When we fight, I'm not even pressed
So give it a rest cause I know I'm blessed
I don't even feel it, it's like I'm playing checkers while god is playing chess
I don't understand, how I have some fans up in japan if I'm like the rest
Nothing special 'bout me but I'm getting money and it's true that money can't kill stress
Seeing new visions like when Jezus put the mud to the blind man's eyes
Genesis, Exodus to Revelations was in my mind
"Don't believe the heathens or the demons crawl towards the light"
Don't hang out with bad influences
Two wrongs don't make a right
Bitch, I'm smoking weed now, does that make me a man?
Trips is all I see now, maybe you can lend a hand?
Doing acid in the rain and pouring up the Bane of my existence
Guess I'll be another subject to the pain
But, out the windowpane, I see nothing really changed
As much as I get drunk or high things still stay the same
So I've been running circles, straps on me like my name Urkel
Cause now I stay paranoid so niggas don't roll up and Merk you
When life is crappy, and your emotions take over you're forced to the backseat
And you end up popping niggas just like some acne
And you see the blood on your hands too much for a maxi
You realize life is a sick joke where no one is laughing
You're unlucky enough to do life for it
Knowing damn well you had other things that you worked for
Stripped away in seconds, now you have to prepare for war
Wondering if you are rotten at the heart of the core
Remember that I'm supposed to be Christian
From the higher powers, I'm unhinging
Seeing if the devil will take me cause lord knows I'll take the admission
Where is that second coming I'm missing?
How do I save my friends from the prisons?
Going back and forth from the ER
How can you even call that shit living?
Apathetic, that is my profession bitch
I don't feel anything so get out of my mentions bitch
I still can't feel nothing, everything is a facade
And lord knows you have been a doll but I can't keep on pressing on
I don't feel anything so get out of my mentions bitch
I still can't feel nothing, everything is a facade
And lord knows you have been a doll but I can't keep on pressing on uh
When we fight, I'm not even pressed
So give it a rest cause I know I'm blessed
I don't even feel it, it's like I'm playing checkers while god is playing chess
I don't understand, how I have some fans up in japan if I'm like the rest
Nothing special 'bout me but I'm getting money and it's true that money can't kill stress
Seeing new visions like when Jezus put the mud to the blind man's eyes
Genesis, Exodus to Revelations was in my mind
"Don't believe the heathens or the demons crawl towards the light"
Don't hang out with bad influences
Two wrongs don't make a right
Bitch, I'm smoking weed now, does that make me a man?
Trips is all I see now, maybe you can lend a hand?
Doing acid in the rain and pouring up the Bane of my existence
Guess I'll be another subject to the pain
But, out the windowpane, I see nothing really changed
As much as I get drunk or high things still stay the same
So I've been running circles, straps on me like my name Urkel
Cause now I stay paranoid so niggas don't roll up and Merk you
When life is crappy, and your emotions take over you're forced to the backseat
And you end up popping niggas just like some acne
And you see the blood on your hands too much for a maxi
You realize life is a sick joke where no one is laughing
You're unlucky enough to do life for it
Knowing damn well you had other things that you worked for
Stripped away in seconds, now you have to prepare for war
Wondering if you are rotten at the heart of the core
Remember that I'm supposed to be Christian
From the higher powers, I'm unhinging
Seeing if the devil will take me cause lord knows I'll take the admission
Where is that second coming I'm missing?
How do I save my friends from the prisons?
Going back and forth from the ER
How can you even call that shit living?
Apathetic, that is my profession bitch
I don't feel anything so get out of my mentions bitch
I still can't feel nothing, everything is a facade
And lord knows you have been a doll but I can't keep on pressing on
Writer: Chitemwa Chowa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid