Sauce Is Matisse - Personality Test III Lyrics

It's like I'm broke and I'm bumming, dope but I'm sucking
Hopeless and running out of vocals and humming
From my throat like I'm throwing up a gross sack of something
So I'm focusing on what I can control, ahh f*ck it
I got some souls saying I'm a star
But then the young folks saying I'm bizarre
I'm too old for them bar bits, bitch I'm on that bars shit
Hard hitting mosh pit shit, I'm spitting art, get it?
Remaining ripping insane cynical shame-ridden
Inane rituals, paint pitiful pained visions
I relate little, my brain's chemicals stain thinking
Creating, crippled and caged, dissonant, dazed, distant
F*ck it, I don't know what to think
One person says I'm a nut, the other says I'm a king
And both are opinionated as f*ck, I'm f*cking over being
Stuck in this muddled mess of a muthaf*cking hopeless dream