Charles Hamilton - Fans Are Cool lyrics

I created a hell in which I live in
All based on a hell that I was given
So why the hell am I trippin when in my hell
I have fans standin tellin me to
Give this track all I got
Cause my tracks are just hot
Back to the block when it's grass that I cop
Then laugh at the thought of
Disaster and talk about it
And these people listen, sweet position
Which is deeper for me because
I speak with percision
But as sweet as the beat because
The melody has been twisted
What key is it? A-Minor, so am I
At age 21 it will be history
My fans get the stuggle
With the mussle on my inner muscles
I will still be able to spit
Enough to get me into trouble
A hot boy, fans keep me cool
If you didn't get the puzzle
Then you get a knuckle

Well the fads they come and fads they go
And God I love that rock and roll
Well the point was fast but it
Was too blunt to miss
Life handed us a paycheck
We said "We worked harder than this!"

I gotta lot of people sayin
That I keep them goin
So I keep goin cause I need to keep me goin
I guess im the engine, the deepest motor
No key to control, just keep an open mind
Don't mind me im zonin im here for a minute
Blastin modest mouse if I die
Then bury me with it
I carry a difference between
Being carless and different
So I don't care if you get
It cause im sharin it, dig it?
My thoughts are blog entries
Crawl across centuries
Spendin time with every fan of mine
And it's why I have such devoted listeners
I hope they give a fuck if I
Should land a knife on cloud 9
Doesnt take much to get me down
So I don't go out
I spend my time sittin around just doin music
How boring is that, my morning is whack
Cause crying and mourning is

Well the fads they come and fads they go
And God I love that rock and roll
Well the point was fast but it
Was too blunt to miss
Life handed us a paycheck
We said "We worked harder than this!"

If tommorow I lose my fan base
It won't change the acne on my damn face
I will still be ugly to me
But thank god for my fans
They love me for me
Luckily for me I love me for me
I just don't like me
My speed might be faster than lightspeed
But im faster than sound, so you seein sounds
Im boring myself I think I need a sound
(ring) there we go happy again
And the lesson is manic
Depression has me again
Self esteem is a crack to the polly, crush
So im lookin for a rapper to volley
Im probably a bully but whatever
Im vexed to find a rapper
Who I can see as better
To sacrifice in front of my fans
I ain't take his breath away thats
Just his lung in my handsdamn

Well the fads they come and fads they go
And God I love that rock and roll
Well the point was fast but it
Was too blunt to miss
Life handed us a paycheck
We said "We worked harder than this!"