Staring at the Sun - Oncue

Yea yea, yea yea

Yo yea yea yea-o yo yo

Yo ya, yea yo, yea yo

You say it’s my fucked up tooth

I say it’s my fucked up youth

Little boy in his home stuck in a cocoon

Writing raps before his head go boom

Ran away from the drug abuse

No duck, duck, goose

O lord who cut him loose

Now I want all my hoes in two

Anything less?

Goddamn failure

Smoke too much Need an inhaler

Mouth like a motherfucking goddamn sailor

Most of the industry Palin, Sarah (Sarah Palin)

Dumbass motherfuckers

Abusing power

Yes, men around ya

All ya hopped off too much powder

I’ma go from Matt Lauer to Jack Bauer

In a half hour

Put you in a chokehold

Not the bullshit you could tap out of

Get louder

Boom boom, pap pap, take that coward

That’s what happen to people like you

History repeats itself and, well

You know thats true shit

You don’t get me?

I don’t get you

Fuck your blog

My mom thinks I’m special

Buy a ticket for that train of thought

With your so called friends

Pretending to respect you

Neglect you, trying to indirect you

Hand you a noose, and tie it in a pretzel

With no one to catch you

They kick the fucking chair

Well I don’t fucking care

N tell you ain’t special

Take me down

Take me under

Lay the Veil

Over this wonder

Let’s set sail

On the ropes now

Where do we go now?

x2

I’ve been staring at the stars for too long, for too long

Now I’ve been staring at the stars for too long, for too long, yeah

I’m making it hard to breathe they need a respirator

I bet you to the type to stand still on the escalator

Long days, but miss sight, when you rhyme tight and decide to chase the paper

Lonely nights when my songs right, but real shit, fuck life

I’ll chase that later

Slow down when I’m dead

Fell of my bike, revel in the pain

Got back up, jumped on the edge

Then whipped the grindin' on the fence with pegs

360 to a bunny hop, now it’s 360

Cause the bunnies hop on my dick in-stead

Don’t tell me it’s raining then piss on my leg

Why you complaining?

Your shit doing rad

You never had patience so you in the red

The shit that I’m saying I’ve already said

So I will relay it before you are dead

Get this through your head

This my real voice, (clears throat)

You just mad you ain’t got one

Always had drive, but I used to ride shotgun

Now I’m in the driver’s seat

This ain’t a game of hide and seek, I like

Pornography, typography

I now know what’s my Odyssey

And no motherfucker is hot as me

Yea, blemish shit don’t bother me

I won’t pick up stop calling me

This runs through my veins and my arteries

Every verse is a bio, ain’t hard to read