Lying To Myself by MC SOCIAL Lyrics
Yo, on a more important note, let me give you a Jordan quote
Though I think I know none;
As an informant i 'spose it's a pretty bad omen that I couldn't think on my feet/ not so great at inking' the street cuz I'm a safe white paid for dick/ for so long I've despised my way of life in it who's a mad cynic/ nowhere close to self efficient, don't for a second mistake my gratefulness my parents raised this kid, even if he was misfitting;
There's a inner bogan dickhead living' inside of me/ ready to spring out at any given moment see? Never a showman he be preferring to disappear at the back of the crowd than be noticed, problem in my world, I suppose it's/ born from an early age, but i'm no psychologist so i won't persist down this line of cowardliness, can't rap so white and fittin' the stereotype not proud of this, but i can write/ so fight the manliness of drinking' smoking' and banging' babes/
I know jack shit about anything, been livin' under a rock for plenty days, finally saw the light left my permantly plenty dazed, sleeping' around in many caves, never been to a rave/
Went out the other day drinking with a bogan I met in America who's name was Dave, I was 23...
What a sad existence, my future looks menacing, que Port Arthur or marooned on Fort Dennison, lookout, I think the hangman's beckoning, time's reckoning feel the capitalism of Time's Square belittling/
Let a new culture settle in, before it can take hold I'm peddling, back to whence I came, I'm Golum consumed by bitterness and rage not gonna be soaked by the red hot flame, man dare I say?
Hook
THE AMOUNT OF WHITE LIES I TELL
I LOST COUNT WHAT A SURPRISE OH WELL
CUZ I KEEP LYIN' TO MYSELF
ABOUT FAME, WEALTH AND KYE HURST TYPE HEALTH
THE AMOUNT OF WHITE LIES I TELLX2
I LOST COUNT WHAT A SURPRISE OH WELLX2
Verse 2
Cookin' up something new on the daily, hardly, but I can brag can't he? Be free to make his own de/cision's in life, without lookin' over the shoulder, we all getting older less stress isn't over/rated nothing could make me laugh as much a blatant attempt to be delaying' the truth about bein' work jaded/ got told i was to cover/ soon my smirk faded, i was pretty keen to go home and get fucking self medicated, was gon' tell my boss that they're hated, when I got a look from my inner meditation, saved by revelation, i nodded he seemed pleased so musta gave no indication/ like that motherfucker on the way home/ must have been coming back from the pub full blown, or maybe he had just pulled a cone, You stupid fucking gnome! Is what I shouted out the window/ got a head turn but I was passed not looking for more info, almost crashed when i got whiplash looking at a 10 out of 10 though, zen now I be home, watch a Latino influenced cooking show on fucking Vi emo, what for the she to get home, listen to Claptone, make a new rap tone, try to call China but forgot about my capped phone, got lost in the woods the other day still can't find my sat phone/ worked on the bike in the garage with no success, got no mechanical skills I guess, but I swallowed some lyrical pills and yes, made a verse about my afternoon, no idea where the time went I can only assume, oh how I love it when, oh how i love it when I consume-
Though I think I know none;
As an informant i 'spose it's a pretty bad omen that I couldn't think on my feet/ not so great at inking' the street cuz I'm a safe white paid for dick/ for so long I've despised my way of life in it who's a mad cynic/ nowhere close to self efficient, don't for a second mistake my gratefulness my parents raised this kid, even if he was misfitting;
There's a inner bogan dickhead living' inside of me/ ready to spring out at any given moment see? Never a showman he be preferring to disappear at the back of the crowd than be noticed, problem in my world, I suppose it's/ born from an early age, but i'm no psychologist so i won't persist down this line of cowardliness, can't rap so white and fittin' the stereotype not proud of this, but i can write/ so fight the manliness of drinking' smoking' and banging' babes/
I know jack shit about anything, been livin' under a rock for plenty days, finally saw the light left my permantly plenty dazed, sleeping' around in many caves, never been to a rave/
Went out the other day drinking with a bogan I met in America who's name was Dave, I was 23...
What a sad existence, my future looks menacing, que Port Arthur or marooned on Fort Dennison, lookout, I think the hangman's beckoning, time's reckoning feel the capitalism of Time's Square belittling/
Let a new culture settle in, before it can take hold I'm peddling, back to whence I came, I'm Golum consumed by bitterness and rage not gonna be soaked by the red hot flame, man dare I say?
Hook
THE AMOUNT OF WHITE LIES I TELL
I LOST COUNT WHAT A SURPRISE OH WELL
CUZ I KEEP LYIN' TO MYSELF
ABOUT FAME, WEALTH AND KYE HURST TYPE HEALTH
THE AMOUNT OF WHITE LIES I TELLX2
I LOST COUNT WHAT A SURPRISE OH WELLX2
Verse 2
Cookin' up something new on the daily, hardly, but I can brag can't he? Be free to make his own de/cision's in life, without lookin' over the shoulder, we all getting older less stress isn't over/rated nothing could make me laugh as much a blatant attempt to be delaying' the truth about bein' work jaded/ got told i was to cover/ soon my smirk faded, i was pretty keen to go home and get fucking self medicated, was gon' tell my boss that they're hated, when I got a look from my inner meditation, saved by revelation, i nodded he seemed pleased so musta gave no indication/ like that motherfucker on the way home/ must have been coming back from the pub full blown, or maybe he had just pulled a cone, You stupid fucking gnome! Is what I shouted out the window/ got a head turn but I was passed not looking for more info, almost crashed when i got whiplash looking at a 10 out of 10 though, zen now I be home, watch a Latino influenced cooking show on fucking Vi emo, what for the she to get home, listen to Claptone, make a new rap tone, try to call China but forgot about my capped phone, got lost in the woods the other day still can't find my sat phone/ worked on the bike in the garage with no success, got no mechanical skills I guess, but I swallowed some lyrical pills and yes, made a verse about my afternoon, no idea where the time went I can only assume, oh how I love it when, oh how i love it when I consume-