lirik lagu lilcrumbz - trouble in paradise
[verse 1]
ladies and gentlemen, put down the ritalin, inject some insulin, and just try to comprehend what i transcribe from my mind to the pen
never on a hiatus, only socializing for some social climbing, back on the papyrus, i’m a titan, as i tighten my rhyme schemes as i’m writing
alphabetical as i’m visualizing, how to use my dictionary as i’m sizing up the rhyming of the a b
as it may be the common decency to have some clarity, a wet poet’s dream or so it seems
but why write without ripping seams? so pick a team, schisms are the foundation of the picket fence—
rap gamе these days is really tеnse, i take it back, maybe you need a ritalin binge, maybe just a tenth
but if was ever a tenth of me, i’d still be more cognizant than half you little fiends
i keep my ego in check. i’ve never cashed a check from my words i flex
i’m a textbook definition of a wannabe, but b~ttons over my like i’m whybie ’cause i’m just too blind to see
a walking juxtaposition, a self~made contradiction built on a foundation of synonyms
so i’m tentative as i’m spitting this, ’cause i don’t wanna seem like little b~tch, you know that’s just not my chosen niche
every line leaves a scar ’cause i can’t escape them even with a double stitch
i love it—a little m~s~ch~stic—but knowing i can speak ballistic
give me a reason to not kiss the iron stick
[hook]
psychotic thinking, would you rather be paralyzed in paradise
or living life on the will of a pair of dice?
pick your poison and see the light—
i am not to slight you or fight you
[verse 2]
let bygones be bygones, but by the time you’re gone, i will be here just writing my icons
give you a heart attack like you need a dygon, maybe a diagram of how to write songs
but i’m own antithesis, preach then don’t practice it—
the only thing i practice is k!lling it (k~k~k!lling it)
i’m the martyr of the trouble in paradise, a swinging scythe but i’m not a violent man
an ultraviolet scan revealing fingerprints that don’t match my hand
or am i gripping the jugular, leaving a tan line?
i’m well versed in lines, you’d think i’m a cocaine guy
sniffing until i have bloodshot eyes, flour in my nostrils until i’m hostile
h~ll, i wanna be rich enough to be addicted to stuff
sadly, the only thing i’m popping is a benadryl
trying to sedate my awake, ’cause my cup runneth over onto my dinner plate
so now i cannot eat because i’m sick of what i have
a happy medium is where i wish to be—not rich but not in poverty—
upper middle class completes me
but don’t be defeatist, i guess if i were an elitist, i’d believe in a me~ran government
so while you 2 bits make covenant deals and have casper cover it
i’ma be here with cranium cunning it, lines barely cutting it
call me barry running it—gone in a flash like nascar
don’t need nice car. take off the knife guard
slit the wrists of my doubts in the night
rip off my arms when i can’t write right bars—
performative, but there’s no fight call to catch you when you might fall
so when you pen, don’t do it frivolous
this my warning—you might wanna heed it
[outro}
ladies and gentlemen, good night
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