Still - Craig Xen

If I could start my life over I wouldn’t change a damn thing

I’d still be an empty shell with a corrupt brain

My nuts would still hang, hanging like orangutan titties

Still be labeled weirdest nigga in my city still

Living in hell, still willing to kill

Still gotta take my pills I been cursed with a gift

I’m bipolar

Look, and my life is just a byproduct of my struggles

Still wishing I could die tomorrow

I still be a suicidal high roller

Shaking these dice with my life for the rush of it

Fucked over, look

I done been fucked over so many times

I’m still grateful of them sluts for it

I still be a venomous cancer to the youth

Killing them all, and loving it too

And still loving what I do, know you loving it too

Still comfortable with these cunt fans, I’ll bust on your tooth

I still be the psychopathic cult leader

Probably die gulping bleach by the fucking liter

I still beat my meat with no lotion either

I still steal puppies from the fucking breeder

And I’m still Instagram preaching

Fronting like my life ain’t going off the deep end

And east weekend look, I’m still self seeking

Selfish, helpless, Hell Bent, demon

Craig Xen, but ain’t nothing zen about me

I’m rowdy, and proud to be aggressively announcing

«I still ain’t shit, ain’t been shit, and I don’t ever plan to be»

I gotta do stupid shit to keep my sanity

«Why?»

Cause I’m an Adrenalin junky

Still Devilish and handsome

I’m trying to fuck on your auntie, Nigga

So tell that bitch let me fuck

Tell your auntie let me fuck