作词 : Patrick McCraken
作曲 : LORE-洛玉
Spoken word is a much more beautiful thing
Suited for you
You see depressed white boys dont rap
So neither should you
They say hobo Johnson made a living
On playing the victim
My girlfriend
She plays piano
My friend the fiddle
It seems sadboishy is stuck
Within his own riddle
Riddlein' away
His desperate need for riddelen
Please stay -
Without you my enthusiasm seems to fade away
But I've got convex rhythm-
And eyes concave:
I can take a deep dive
And look inside;
See the man that I hate,
See the boy scared to live at 8.
See the man I want
To be
And realize whole heartedly
It's not me
But it could be me
I just gotta get there
Cuz I want to be the martyr
The proud father
That brings forth the morrow
Recites Keats to express his sorrows
I am sadboishy
But I'm much more of a man than this land can carry
I struggle to talk to girls
But I know the one I'll marry
This worlds so scary
It fights to take your fight
Then robs you of all your money
But it can get ****ed
Plan my funeral to have confetti.
They say I sound like Tyler
Am I creating or flying
They say I look tired
Am I depressed or dying
They say I'm worth nothing
What are all these facts that you are finding
Catch me on the virgin islands
Cuz I'm tired of getting ****ed
The truth be what I'm eyein'
I'm outta luck.
If I dont be truthful bout the lies that I've said
Bout the knives in my head
Wake up sweating in my king sized bed
Wishing I was still dead
Misery sing to me
Devil preach to me
No ones missing me
So I load a bullet to the chamber to put me back to bed
I'll write your name on it so you can be the last thing that goes through my head.
Thought I was having a bad day
But it's been a year now
I been swallowing tears
And bleach seems like the perfect chaser
Been singing to my fears
But I'm too scared to face her
Shes a blind beauty
And I'm pretty damn addicted
These bad thoughts hit
And they hit like a ton of brick
So I wanna feel lighter
Click on my lighter
And smoke down 5 cigs-
Chain smoking but I have no link
Self destruction man I'm on the brink
For the first time in a long time
I begin to dream
Vividly
Got things in my sight
And I'm chasing them viciously
I was kicked out
Stomped out maliciously
By my own father
He loves to beat his son
And cradle his daughter
They say your life is a story
But I'm a blind drunken author.
Can I give anything else to offer?
Lay these slit wrists on the alter?
No
You see this world can bring you down
And for so long
I wanted to take it down with me
But now I want to forgive
I need to find mercy.
So heavenly father
who raped me
may my tears be burnt
Hey my father,
who never raised me
May my tears be heard...
Holy mother
I'm sorry
That you've been hurt.
You had to pick my body from the dirt
Not knowing why
Now when somebody ask me
Who am I?
I say
I am sadboishy
Wishing to kill his past
Wait that's kinda sad
Ain't got a family
The silence telling me
I needa be more heavenly
Cuz noones proud of me
Close my eyes
My thoughts are crowding me
Have a nightmare a night
That's just the hell in me
Too much hate held in me
I need to start helping me
But where to go
What to do
When it's only you
Toe to toe
With your inner blue
You beat it back
Till its black blue and burgunday
Lay to rest the complexities
Of conformity
We need to seize
Cuz we're all either Christian's or lions
And if I had to choose
I'd rather be on the side
With sharper teeth.
So I dont hafta see
Mary and Joseph weep
When I get placed in hell
In my rightful seat
So do I take the leap?
Test my faith
Pursue creating
And be seen as fake
im scared to death to drop an album
I cant fathom the outcome
So I'm stuck in the middle like malcom
Between turning freestyles to a lifestyle
And doing something worthwhile
On a thursday
thats my freestyle