Madchild - Clostraphobic lyrics
[Madchild - Clostraphobic lyrics]
No solid foundation because I’m
Unable to stabilize
This chemical imbalance have been
Blocking my talents i can’t handle the fact
That wack rappers make
It to the top in an instant
But, I’m persistent on financial assistance
Is that big bucks in the distance? I
Can’t focus because the smoke is
Steaming up the lenses
Dreaming of and vengeance
Taxes from cars, phones and dating
But the part that I’m hating
Is when I’m waking up late
Taking the bus for transportation
This situation I’m facing
Plus racing against the clock
It ain’t funny ‘cause
Money talks and bullshit walks
The last song was called pressure fresher
Than some kids on labels
But, I still got no record deal
How the fuck do I feel?
It goes eight track to that, then to vinyl
Now it’s final and I know
You know there ain’t a fucking
Chance for a Juno
No chance for a Grammy or a cameo appearance
An example of sample clearance
No interference
Please, you can’t squeeze blood from a stone
The well is dry
At least a piece of the pie would be nice
Just a slice i’m looking dumb holding some
Crumbs an empty plate it’s too late
Enough to make you go mental
Yet I’m not quite psychopathic
But thoughts of violence, to graphic
Pack words together like traffic
To describe the pain and torture that
Be scorching through my veins
Nothing to gain from being
Trapped in my brain claustrophobic
Unable to stabilize
This chemical imbalance have been
Blocking my talents i can’t handle the fact
That wack rappers make
It to the top in an instant
But, I’m persistent on financial assistance
Is that big bucks in the distance? I
Can’t focus because the smoke is
Steaming up the lenses
Dreaming of and vengeance
Taxes from cars, phones and dating
But the part that I’m hating
Is when I’m waking up late
Taking the bus for transportation
This situation I’m facing
Plus racing against the clock
It ain’t funny ‘cause
Money talks and bullshit walks
The last song was called pressure fresher
Than some kids on labels
But, I still got no record deal
How the fuck do I feel?
It goes eight track to that, then to vinyl
Now it’s final and I know
You know there ain’t a fucking
Chance for a Juno
No chance for a Grammy or a cameo appearance
An example of sample clearance
No interference
Please, you can’t squeeze blood from a stone
The well is dry
At least a piece of the pie would be nice
Just a slice i’m looking dumb holding some
Crumbs an empty plate it’s too late
Enough to make you go mental
Yet I’m not quite psychopathic
But thoughts of violence, to graphic
Pack words together like traffic
To describe the pain and torture that
Be scorching through my veins
Nothing to gain from being
Trapped in my brain claustrophobic