
Fresh Depressed And Decompress dub mix
p"Fresh depressed freestyle decompress" I'm numb I ain't feelin shit. The drug I do I barely feel it. So when you ask if I feel better I write you this letter. I'm tired being sick, I'm sick of being tired. I'm sick and tired of chasing cheddar til I retire. Ridin round on bald tires. Cutting the wire attached to my jaw thats running from your sleeve. Like a Marinette controlling this disease. Betta believe this depressions getting the best of me. The sun is the costra Nostra and my number 1 neck in neck with 12 being my enemy. my personal economy is obsolete. like all the beats I lost when my daughter pushed my buttons... delete!! How do I lose traction while wearing spiked golf cleetes?? Tossing and turning between the sheets. I had to be 3 the last time I wore pants with pleats. So when you pass by and see me standing In a empty field. Just know I'm working on being outstanding in my field. That's my choice of career I've decided to rear its ugly head. How is it possible to get brain freeze when your lacking the mental ability? So love me tender like a chicken better yet just love me gently, contently. I'm impossible to be loved when all the love I had to love myself with was givin at the office P.S. the checks in the mail. Another lie I tell that sends me somewhere between here there and the depths of hell. I can't tell sometimes if I'm mentally well. Other days it's a prison sentence trapped in my own mind like a solitary confined jail cell. What's that horrible smell. I guess I missed breakfast my visitation and shower again today... oh well. That's a deep subject that I'd rather not dive into. Wade into it slowly to avoid so try not to mention. So now that I've got your undivided attention. Can you pass me that wrench cuz? For fun I thought of state cakes with snickers and honey buns. Taking it back to the 90s and twisted spines with scoliosis. Bent out the frame like guns and roses. Or any of Madonnas striking poses. Lordy lordy its been 8 years since I was forty. Been even longer since I drank a 40 oz bottle of Malt liquor. Parked in back so in the front I could lick her. A freshly paved parking lot the damn dogs they keep barking a lot. I only got one shot. So I cocked my gun, look through the scope, swished it and blew my load she ate the snot. It'sS_Not my problem any longer. Like doc holiday I'm not a lunger. Wait,what. I mean, I'm no longer then the distance I put between us. Left her wet with no lube she rusts. I'll bring the oil next time to grease my burner. My dome is full of storms pounding with thunder like Tina Turner. I warned ya and I told her.

