A king among kings, but what's a king without a queen
A king without the luxuries that made him a fiend
No more subjects, no more tributes for me
This king's a slave now, but that's what I was born to be
Started from the bottom and I found my own top
But then I fucked up and the progress stopped
I fell down the ladder and I'm back in the hole
But still glutton like fuck and I'll never be full
It's the living corruption and consumption of soul
It's the B LAZ E attitude that describes me whole
It's the I'm fine where I'm at but I'll bitch about it
Too much effort to fix, Too much effort to change
Too much effort to live, Too much effort for brains
Too much effort for me cause why should I work
I'll sit and command others, watch them walk out the door
People seemed worthless, I could always find more

Familiar with myself I guess I know my enemy well
I'm my own dog it isn't hard to tell
I got the best gift cause it keeps on giving
And the best part is it keeps me from living
And the best part is, I can't move on
Still stuck at stage one, Tryna be the best actor
Tryna be harder, better, faster, stronger
Tryna live longer than my daddy did
Tryna outlive the race but tryna keep pace
Tryna find a girl that's willing to stay
But am I really trying or just trying to try
Cause every fucking day ends with a sigh
Every open mouth closes grim
Everything I do I see as a sin
But in this rat race does anyone win
In this rat race is there a happy end

Too anxious for anxiety and now the bottle's dry
No more tears to cry cause my eyes are dry too
No more empty sighs it's too much work to breath
No more smiles either it's just bared teeth
I'm lost in thought but am I really thinking
I look pissed off cause I probably am
With the pipe in my hand and the flint wheel flicked
I find my calm state and get a hard dick
I watch stupid shit cause that's all there is
Who'd do their work cause that's boring shit
Now where the fuck am I cause I don't really know
I'm just a shadow in the background looking below
Just stuck observing and learning the truth
What's beneath the skin, what makes it loose
What is a person but a sack of bones
That's trapping a soul that doesn't even know