Badchild - Madchild

High roller that’s bipolar

Bubbling but still missing something like I’m diet cola

Trying to boss up like Tony Soprano

I’m still a boss like I’m Joseph Bonanno

Feel stranded on an island like I’m Gilligan

Lost a couple teeth, went back to the grill again

Fans acting like it’s killing them, these cheap tricks

Wasn’t working so I went and got my teeth fixed

Known for saying harsh remarks that are partially dark

Samples chopped like it’s martial arts

Can’t complain, kids like my art

But feel like, I’m still waiting for my life to start

Last three months catatonic, feeling miserable

Walk around my city and I feel like I’m invisible

Never felt like I had to ask if I’m dope

Now I’m Casper the Ghost tight grasping for quotes

Can’t really explain

It’s like a gapin' hole in the back of my head

Panic in my legs, feel heavy while I hallucinate

Standing on a ledge about to jump but I’ll rejuvenate

Holding on, but I hope it’s soon

‘Cause pills the only way I know to patch these open wounds

Responsibility, literally killing me

Life used to sparkle.

Nothing’s fucking thrilling me

Used to sit and gather my words, called it artillery

Now life is torture, would gladly end it willingly

Reason I’m still here are for my dogs and my family

I don’t expect anyone to understand me

When I was young loved Suicidal Tendencies

Now I’m older, I got suicidal tendencies

Might be punished for my sins, that would make sense

Stars align once, haven’t had a break since

Maybe I should lower the bar, it’s raised too high

Maybe I should work harder, but I do try

Used to walk around, thank god I’m the shit

Now feel like a piece of shit in a bottomless pit

Trying to build my strength like Bane so I can climb out

But life moves so fast, I need a time out