prod. Instra~Mental
nightmares, dark dreams, cold nights, hardest things/
to deal with are the ones you can't control, i'm holdin the kill-switch/
hopin that someone feels this, no actin just reel shit/
she broke my heart 3 years ago and i'm still sick/
still this pain, runnin all in my veins, enough to drive me insane/
otherwise i'm doin fine, i really can't complain/
too much, all the times i screwed up/
all the times i pushed-n-turned, that 2 cup, Pimp juiced-up/
you what? fuck your tone, fuck steez, fuck a throne/
make em scratch they head when they said DubV's my fuckin home/
dialect it kinda stretch from coast-to-coast one line to next/
no tellin how well you can know your own, but mind's a mess/
cloud 9, talkin down to these muthafuckas it sound like/
a party just broke out, i'm loud, i shout when i'm around mics/
maybe Ry can't change the world, take my time and take a whirl/
hard work is artwork, like maybe i can paint it first/
(hook)
pen a V, rent a hearse, been writin a lot my pincer hurts/
writer's block is in the dirt, i'm pipin hot, my lips are burnt/
no addict, round me is a smoke hazard, go after those crackers?/
good luck, it's like suckin on a Flowmaster/
i hose em - suicide, pinecone and i'm pullin like/
idunno what get em goin but pride is mostly fuelin mine/
dual life, searchin round for a new fight, too light/
skinny dude, but i'm workin out in the booth, aight?/
if i ever die bury me in all white/
i'm crashin that reunion bash of Big & him with Sean dies/
maybe why i play with fire, show a spark and raise a lighter/
word to Meuwl, know you got in, hope that God ain't haze ya prior/
one chance, one shot, love the sound when the die's cast/
squarin off with Lucifer, been tryin to get my life back/
fightin shit i don't believe in, can't say that it makes sense/
better leave it up to them, can't say that i changed shit/