Bad Harvest - War With Myself lyrics
[Bad Harvest - War With Myself lyrics]
Holy shit
You should see the state I’m rhyming in
My bedroom so fucking filthy I
Can’t even find a thing
All I can see is my beat pad all lit up
And a half written song, I guess I was fed up
Don’t surprise me
That’s not cos I am a perfectionist
It’s cos I work on my own terms
Call me a secessionist
I definitely know I write rap
Better than I rap right? My flow so foolish
But I’m fresh like a White Knight
I’m so old news like you
Should see my boat shoes i’m so authentic
You could buy my shit at whole foods
But for now you can just
Download it from Sound Cloud
Say my name and hip-hop together and
Try not laugh out loud
I’m drunk and I’m rhyming man
I ain’t even trying man
Which probably goes to show
Why no one who has heard my shit
Lost their head like Sleepy Hollow
Jesus, he sucks
I’m sipping on a frozen Martini
It’s my apocalypse now ain’t
You Martin Sheen me?
Palindrome, I’m Big Gib
No need for a pedestal
Teaching degree but I never went to school
Hey that’s cool mister
I want to be like you Sir
Never Dumb It Down
Spit it like a Lu tongue Twister
At war with myself
Only have two states of mind
Paralytic or hung-over cos I’m
Drunk all the time i just wish I was able
To pull myself together
Lock ears and Lock leers of
Passers by like Heather
Girls calling me the breeze cos I come and go
Everyone high on me cos I got a dope flow
Or maybe I’m just putting them to sleep
They think I’m fucking Silverchair
Cos I’m a freak trust me, I am a freak
I’m a mute like Gambino, man I do not speak
I am a freak, trust me trust me
The reverend ask the question is
Pop culture still that relevant?
The power is yours if you
Just combine all the elements
Or are you kids anger suppressed
And depressed like petulant?
Is that why you pissing gold on the
Mic like berroca is your excrement?
Fuck you, fuck your tumblr
Fuck your instagram, fuck your twitter
Fuck every social handle you have
You anhedonic transmitter
Every thing you re-blog is so stupidly bitter
Only depressed cos of the shit you surround
Yourself with all rigor no vigor
When I die fuck it
I want my Facebook deactivated
Cos constantly seeing these RIP messages
Has got me fucking aggravated
Look at all these liars man
They’re so fucking shameless
Nobody cares what I have to say
Cause I am not famous holy shit
You should see the state I’m rhyming in
I’d like to say I’m drunk but I’m
Barely tipsy off these nine dollar Heinekens
If anything I’m fucking angry man
That’s how I feel all the time
Sick of seeing fools ahead of
Me like I’m Frank Grimes
So I’m taking these shots
Of jaeger and Drambuie
And it’s got me feeling a little spewy
Aw fuck
This isn’t the come up I was hoping for
Now I can add vomit to the
List-a-shit that’s on my floor
You should see the state I’m rhyming in
My bedroom so fucking filthy I
Can’t even find a thing
All I can see is my beat pad all lit up
And a half written song, I guess I was fed up
Don’t surprise me
That’s not cos I am a perfectionist
It’s cos I work on my own terms
Call me a secessionist
I definitely know I write rap
Better than I rap right? My flow so foolish
But I’m fresh like a White Knight
I’m so old news like you
Should see my boat shoes i’m so authentic
You could buy my shit at whole foods
But for now you can just
Download it from Sound Cloud
Say my name and hip-hop together and
Try not laugh out loud
I’m drunk and I’m rhyming man
I ain’t even trying man
Which probably goes to show
Why no one who has heard my shit
Lost their head like Sleepy Hollow
Jesus, he sucks
I’m sipping on a frozen Martini
It’s my apocalypse now ain’t
You Martin Sheen me?
Palindrome, I’m Big Gib
No need for a pedestal
Teaching degree but I never went to school
Hey that’s cool mister
I want to be like you Sir
Never Dumb It Down
Spit it like a Lu tongue Twister
At war with myself
Only have two states of mind
Paralytic or hung-over cos I’m
Drunk all the time i just wish I was able
To pull myself together
Lock ears and Lock leers of
Passers by like Heather
Girls calling me the breeze cos I come and go
Everyone high on me cos I got a dope flow
Or maybe I’m just putting them to sleep
They think I’m fucking Silverchair
Cos I’m a freak trust me, I am a freak
I’m a mute like Gambino, man I do not speak
I am a freak, trust me trust me
The reverend ask the question is
Pop culture still that relevant?
The power is yours if you
Just combine all the elements
Or are you kids anger suppressed
And depressed like petulant?
Is that why you pissing gold on the
Mic like berroca is your excrement?
Fuck you, fuck your tumblr
Fuck your instagram, fuck your twitter
Fuck every social handle you have
You anhedonic transmitter
Every thing you re-blog is so stupidly bitter
Only depressed cos of the shit you surround
Yourself with all rigor no vigor
When I die fuck it
I want my Facebook deactivated
Cos constantly seeing these RIP messages
Has got me fucking aggravated
Look at all these liars man
They’re so fucking shameless
Nobody cares what I have to say
Cause I am not famous holy shit
You should see the state I’m rhyming in
I’d like to say I’m drunk but I’m
Barely tipsy off these nine dollar Heinekens
If anything I’m fucking angry man
That’s how I feel all the time
Sick of seeing fools ahead of
Me like I’m Frank Grimes
So I’m taking these shots
Of jaeger and Drambuie
And it’s got me feeling a little spewy
Aw fuck
This isn’t the come up I was hoping for
Now I can add vomit to the
List-a-shit that’s on my floor