Yours Truly

[Verse 1] 'Bout to bet the farm, take a ferver ride[?] How would I behave if my father died? Had to punch the wall, who want to sign my arm cast? Kanye started bugging when his mom passed All I do is look for signs I'm only sucking baby dicks when they circumcised I opened the front for some cops by accident One asked me some dumb shit then called me an asshole after it My girl don't love herself People say that keeps her from loving me But that don't keep me from loving her Now that that's confirmed I'll let it be Every time I come home something's missing Somehow I made it across the bridge, they gave way Puerto Ricans and Mexicans different LES and Echo Park feel the same way I'd be less stubborn if I wasn't worried cats was trying to take me for a sucker Every crossroads that I come across side to side I'm hungry for advice but nobody seems qualified I seem more closed The A pulls up when the C doors close I think I'm going loco, at least I'm going local [Chorus] Can't talk about death, if death isn't around I talk about life but that isn't allowed I talk about love but that's only the chase I talk about hate, that's every place I talk about God but God's only a word I talk about sex but that's all that you heard So I talk about me, me, me, me [Verse 2] Am I getting better? Or am I still patient if I can't wait forever When I'm inside I'm a different guy When I'm chasing high I be Mr Hyde Once I nut I'm Mr Jekyll My life is like the Truman show except I'm getting heckled The one I'm trying to make to feel special I'm constantly in fear of some whole big spectacle So I share rhymes with her She hates her life so I share mines with her 'Cause life makes some sense watching sunsets and taking long walks over land mines with her They say that crazy is doing the same thing over and over again but I hope That's not as crazy as having someone you love so much that you want to do it over and over but you don't [Chorus] Can't talk about death, if death isn't around I talk about life but that isn't allowed I talk about love but that's only the chase I talk about hate, that's every place I talk about God but God's only a word I talk about sex but that's all that you heard So I talk about me, me, me me [Verse 3] Except for God and Love, I never had shit All my best shit be my sad shit While I'm feeling it I've really got to channel it While god is man-or mano to this mandolith [?] The thing is while she's in the ring I feel like more of a commoner than a king That's what I've got in common with the common man I do confess the best thing about being under stress is that I understand Not blessed with sympathy I'm left to wonder why what's meant for them was never meant for me Some are filled with woe and some are wonderful Maybe that's a waste of wonder though I never worry about being raped or getting killed That makes me feel I'm privileged but that privilege comes with guilt I'd keep it locked away but that's just not the way I'm built [Chorus] Can't talk about death, if death isn't around I talk about life but that isn't allowed I talk about love but that's only the chase I talk about hate, that's every place I talk about God but God's only a word I talk about sex but that's all that you heard So I talk about me, me, me me Can't talk about death, if death isn't around I talk about life but that isn't allowed I talk about love but that's only the chase I talk about hate, that's every place I talk about God but God's only a word I talk about sex but that's all that you heard So I talk about me, me, me me