Dirty Laundry

As I take a whiff of this midnight breeze
These thoughts come with ease
Tennessee and lemon squeeze
Gives me exactly what I need
So I sit and I visit a psychiatrist with my thoughts

And answer half so long I fought
With all these feelings held inside
And look like a nowhere when I'm lost
I've observed for many moons
Since I was suicidal I could leave this doom

Hand in this room but somehow I knew
It followed no matter what I tried to hope
Without hope don't choke so can't smoke
To ease the pain so novocaine I take in the heavy dose
But lately I'm realizing that if I keep writing

And providing the world with real talk
That one day I'll be a light so with high hopes this pen
I release these thoughts from within
Knowing one day I can win
And leave alone this life of sin
But until then I got to fight back these feelings to slay

Until then I got to think of a better way
To make some money but making money
Ain't the only one of my problems
I've been looking for a record deal
I'm better off looking for bin Laden

Many nights in my life I cry
'Cause things just ain't been right
But I grip the pen, I grip it tight
And then I write about my life
Whether the good or the bad past

That's coming back to haunt me
I grab my ink and pad
And I air out my dirty laundry
Many nights in my life I cry
'Cause things just ain't been right

But I grip the pen, I grip it tight
And then I write about my life
Whether the good or the bad past
That's coming back to haunt me
I grab my ink and pad
And I air out my dirty laundry

I'm a hustler that struggles
That's like a pimp with no hoes
I've been broke ever since
I chose to not push clothes
It makes me think: what the fuck am I thinking?

I should be slanging
Think about what you say one day
When you have been drinking
Man fuck that, I see that this the only way
For me to get some currency
And not be B to the R-O-K-E

Why couldn't I have been born
With a silver spoon up in my mouth
And not had to worry about maintaining my damn paper route
Well that's the way that it is
So suck it up and keep rapping
And working 9 to 5 to pay for studio transactions

'Cause that's what you got to do
Then that's what you got to do
Shit, I'm sitting here telling you do that
That ain't what I got to do
I could push a brick or hit a lick

And come up quicker than my dick
Around some high-getter legs split
Me in between her hips
Yeah, but then you might be doing a bid
And tell me how could you live without your trusty pen

Many nights in my life I cry
'Cause things just ain't been right
But I grip the pen, I grip it tight
And then I write about my life
Whether the good or the bad past

That's coming back to haunt me
I grab my ink and pad
And I air out my dirty laundry
Many nights in my life I cry
'Cause things just ain't been right
But I grip the pen, I grip it tight

And then I write about my life
Whether the good or the bad past
That's coming back to haunt me
I grab my ink and pad
And I air out my dirty laundry