Fear and Loathing - Kyle Lucas

Ugh

Doing pretty good

Doing pretty good

Guess I’m doing pretty good for a Marietta kid

Doing pretty good

Doing pretty good for a

Doing pretty good

Guess I’m doing pretty good for a Marietta kid

Ugh, say my music’s too dark

Really I’m like just fuck A&R's

Make a pop song, I could pop up the charts

Thanks but no thanks, rather follow my heart

Id rather do what I was destined to do

I never played any hand I was dealt, instead through out the cards

This line that I walk’s not a walk in the park

Words all I got, I excelled in language arts

Then I dropped my mixtape, shit sounded like an album

A couple hundred thousand, downloads and counting

Meanwhile I’m back in Marietta feeling down some

Almost like I’m numb to success guess the Valium

Is pumping through my veins and it’s mixed with an ounce and

They saying I should change, but reasons I ain’t found none

Back at it with all of my bad habits

And it’s almost black magic how I body a beat send in a casket

Grass is always greener on the other side

When I make it there, ima roll that grass to get high

How I rationalize mines, I adapt to survive

Shoot the duce to the sky, I’ve been catching some vibes

On a fast track say I’m frat rap cause I’m white?

(what?)

More like G Rap if he was mixed with some Tribe

Not to mention Method Man I make a mess of my lines

And plus a little Big Pun minus puns in my rhymes cause…

You can save the jokes for the comedians

Ain’t nothing funny round here, the sinsemilla

Got me zoning out blending in like a chameleon

I’m higher than a ceiling fan, oh now these chicks feeling him

Swallow what they feeding ya, questioning the media

Someone tell XXL don’t fuck with Mediums

Emcees blowing hot air like its helium

Ain’t even in my fucking lane like a median

So now I listen to you rappers

Got me questioning they passion

All they do is rap about clothes, like its fashion

All they do is rap about clubs, like the Masters

Search for inspiration in a sea of imitation

Music’s feeling stagnant ima bring back innovation

I’m trying to clear my head not just chasing a paycheck

Loosing my mind and not to mention my patience

Now it’s back to square one

Mind running in circles

In the back of this tour van

That’s where it comes from

I’m just trying not to hurt you

6 missed calls from 6 broads

And leaving 6 voicemails and they all sounding pissed off

Mounting on my conscience like a mountain this tall

Honestly, I’m astounded that I lasted this long

I don’t know the rules to being single

That just leads to over thinking

In return burns and that leads to over drinking

I trying my hardest to harness my heart it keeps sinking

And running from my feelings makes it hard for them to sink in

No exceptions I deal with expression

I just write it all down, chips fall where they may

Then God sort them out

And that what’s separates me and you

At least I know when I’m being used

Fucking puppet’s are nothing

Its kind of Fucking disgusting, can’t even think for yourself can’t even

function

With somebody else’s hand in your back id rather rap on percussion

I’ve grown accustom to cussing I got these labels discussing

That if I toned it down they would go and double the budget

But im like fuck it, I ain’t bluffing or budging

Man this is me