Laf - Gawdlee

Reminiscing but I don’t trust my memory no more

So I’m cursed to face whatever bitter mystery’s in store

Than my conscious, my psychosis says I’m the dopest, but

History’s telling a different short story

Complete with all the mistakes and minus the glory

All the nights at home I write alone my life is just boring

I’m on the edge of taking that shit and making that list

Of all the other lost souls that said they hate it and quit

Another gifted misfit statistic but shit, before that

I’ll go ballistic and keep slangin' this spizzit

Keep trying to get rich until joe black visits (*chuckles*)

I’m truly optimistic dammit

How’d I end up with this talent I promise I didn’t plan it

Maybe my birth is aligned with the planets

And despite it’s a struggle somehow I manage

But this life ain’t fair (Nah, nah nah nah)

No this life ain’t fair (Nah, nah nah nah)

No this life ain’t fair (Nah, nah nah nah)

No this life ain’t fair (Nah, nah, yeah)