Dontcha know I’m such a self-involved cunt
A shy vixen with a bit of a bold front
A cold, blunt reality lives inside of me
And it overrides all the positivity I try to see
I try to be what the fuck I’d like to be
But society don’t see the sense in my sobriety
They keep passin me the sugar, wheat, fries and cheese
So quietly those temptations fly at me
Makin my mind and body a toxic waste plant
When it’s organic, you know I like to taste plants
But that doesn’t seem to fit in with fate’s plans
And now I’m goin on another fast-paced rant
Take all this space and replace it with grace
And then you’ve got what I constantly want to chase
Even though I forget the meanin of the word
Confirm and concur to confirm watcha heard
It burns and it blurs and it slowly gets slurred
Lost in translation like the song of a bird
Dowsed like a flame in the rain and the wind
Drowned like a baby that dared to breathe in
As the holy water washed over your daughter’s sins
Came pourin in, the sort of abhorrent thing
That happens in horror films like Hannibal or the ring
Or any remake of Stephen King
I’m breathin in to receive the yin
And the yang that seasons bring
But the pang that I’m feelin is pain, needin healin again
So my chest is heavin and my speech is strained
There’s nothing left in this sweet refrain
To keep me from goin quite deeply insane
There’s no cheat sheet to complete the chain
Only a weak beat pumpin blood through my veins
I want to beautiful , I want to be so me
That I recognize the face of love when I am lonely
I pray that inner peace don’t disown me
I call upon my spirit guides, they’ve shown me
Many paths, many traps, many ways to attract
All the things I want from my life but I’m too zapped
You’re tellin me to take a step, I can’t do that
I’m out of energy, just tell me where the truth’s at
I might be Emily, but still I’m askin “who’s that”
I might be Rebel but I don’t know to choose that
Might be the devil and I’d really like to lose that
Side of myself, but I don’t know how to do that
So I have a brew, comin through on this new track
A true twat takin time to review that
Aspect of myself that crack gets the best of
Fillin up my body with that poison like asbestos
And when I say crack, that’s a metaphor
For all of the addictions we think our lives are better for
Before we realize the score and see that we’ve been settlin for
A restless and poor existence, there’s a better door
That I can open with a psychic spanner
Put my own dope in, don’t need to spike with Tramadol
This is my life and I like it natural
This is a high that you don’t have to tax at all
No NHS costs
Only pure healin so the mess stops
We bless crops as we grow ‘em, now reset the clock
We’re feelin young and fit so we don’t need no rest stops
Now give my chest a shock
I’ve been so tired, feelin like I need to rest a lot
I’ve been tryin, yes I’ve been upon this quest I got
I don’t drink, but I think and I question a lot
And that’s another drug that drags me down
Negative thought, the self-cherishing crown
Hell buries me down in the very surroundins
My soul was originally found in
Shit, it’s soundin like I’m much worse than I am
But sometimes I think I’m much worse than I think I am
Feelins lurk beneath the surface, the hurt that’s
Superfluous to me but it burns like a furnace
The furthest I’ve ever felt from feelin alive
My breathin is tight, but I need to recite
All this shite as it grows from a seed to a typical ten
Minutes of lyrics as they bleed from the tip of my pen
And I’m still askin when
The fuck am I gonna shut up and tune into my zen flow
Still wastin time when I know that the end’s close
Still sippin on sadness like it was some French roast
Coffee, don’t know to end my flows properly
Guest I just assume that everybody’s buzzin off me
I could go on forever and ever, I probly will
Mothafucka watch me, somebody try and stop me – chill!
All this psychic poison got me ill
Toxic topics poppin off the top of my noggin in the form
Of rotten conkers droppin off the tree of knowledge of lyrics
Already obnoxiously ripped off from the Rhymenocerous
Or was it the Hiphopapotamus?
Shit hot they’re not but they’re definitely bottomless
Fuck this, I’m gonna stop knockin this
And rise to the top, these are self-fulfillin prophecies