B O D I E D

OverDose

Ya check it, correct it, wreck it.
Man this is album is a journey, treck it.
Pistol on my lap while I write this.
Never thought I'd have a night like this.
Ya.
Maybe I should... pop a pill.
Rapping against my own will.
Everyone says, Adam, you have a gift.
Rolling with people I shouldn't be with.
Now my nerves make me still.
Sometimes I lie for the thrill.
It's kinda messed up,
Like I'm dressed up,
To please the fans around me.
They like, "Adam astound me"!
But I'm lost... no ones found me...
Now other rappers wanna hound me.
Like, I'm just being honest, I think I'm pop methamphetamine.
Maybe that's not the best decision since I'm messed up mentally.
That isn't really a good recipe.
I'm handling my search for happiness desperately
And my quest for love is going dreadfully.
And personally, Martian I suffer from jealousy.
And your just better than me, due credibly.
I wasnt always this, I started off living in peasantry.
My mom died last year from an OD, technically.
But there was something that was also, medically (related).
Now I'm here rapping feeling helplessly,
But helpfully, people have empathy.
Specially life hasn't been handled steadily.
Especially I been kinda recklessly, sensibly.
"Like wow Adam, you're the best"
"You truly have been blessed"
But they never ever guess,
That I write cuase I'm stressed,
Becuase of rap,... and that and depressed.
Theres this deep pain my chest... chase of this I feel like I cannot rest.
Another day,
Another peom,
More, and more and more more
MORE GIVE US MORE.
THEY DONT EVER CARE ABOUT THE THRUTH.
ALL THEY WANNA DO IS GET ME IN THE BOOTH.
RAP, SO HARD UNTIL I SPITNOUT A TOOTH.
RAP! RAP! WRITE! POST! THROW AWAY YOUR YOUTH.
throw it away on the mic,
Pick up the pen and just write,
We dont care how you dont sleep at night
We don't care that this isnt right
We just want you to rap, alright?
Were just hungry for more so satisfy our appetite!
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Think this music is my Overdose.
When it's supposed to be my Antidote.
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YA!