Dennis the Menace: Don't cry Mr. Wilson, you've still
Got your $50 wish coming
Mr. Wilson: Oh Martha, take me home
I want my nerve medicine!
Yea
Ya gotta straighten it out!
Ya gotta straighten it out!
Ya gotta straighten it out!
Like this
Straighten it out, crooked is the avenue
The back street where the alleys have attitude
And only lead to a cell or a padded room
As you're left to regret what you had to do
Rage is in contagious stages
Affecting the expression on these vacant faces
A fast life so it pays to pace it
A fast life so I pace impatient
Basically dying on the front line
It's either that or try to hide from Mr. One Time
Sold the farm just to buy a little sunshine
But so far it's just ramen round lunch time
Got problems, promise you wouldn't want mine
In debt, insane and unsigned
Inkline to death, and when I'm done dying
I can unwind, but let me straighten out my problems
Yeah, yeah, let me straighten out my motherfucking problems
Uh yea, you can kill me but this shit ain't gonna stop
Stop
Stop
None
None
Get fly, get high, look alive baby (baby)
Get by spit fire through a wire daily (daily)
Hit sky mid-glide and arrive
Maybe not
Maybe why my senses vibrating
80 milligrams of motivation (motivation)
No hesitation (nah)
Dedicated to my medication
What up doc?
Live and lie but forget to fake it (who me?)
Dead end destination
Self preserved death reservation
Oh me, oh my, why's he so fly
Why sky high as the week go by
Not 1, not 2, pop 3 4 5 (five)
Blow a lifeline and try to survive
But man, I feel I'm living all wrong (wrong)
Won't be long 'fore the money's all gone (all gone)
All my shit's all sold or all pawned
Chew a hole through my face and swallow my jawbone
Word up
Yea Word up
Yea Word up
Uh I chew a hole through my face and swallow my jawbone
Word up
Nah uh uh
You don't really want my motherfucking problems
For real, you don't really want my motherfucking problems
Straighten it out crooked is the avenue
The back street where the alleys have attitude