About me.

so i'm sick of these suckers tellin'
me that I look like angelina
that I sound like regina
because fuck that might be true
but there ain't nobody here but me
and if you don't watch your back
I'll toss you a beat
 you can catch this melody

i got sick of bein' sick,
so I had to give the weed up
but the truth is that bein sober
always makes me a better singer
and the other truth is that drugs help
they make me want to write
'cause they make rainbows form in circles
'round your fingers, 'round your eyes.

and crazy people make pictures
out of the wings of butterflies,
but crazy people also tell me
that I can't read minds
I'll read yours like a picture book
if there are diamonds in those mines
 there isn't a question on this earth
whose answer I won't find.

all these people getting famous
when their words have already been used
all you are is a pair of pipes,
alone in your room, feeling blue
and I'm not sayin it didn't sound good
and I'm not sayin your words arent true
I'm just sick of seeing people sellin records
when they havent said a single thing new

I'm sick of thinking that the men here
are only here for the bitches
who sold their souls to Maybelline,
to the Abercrombie and Fitches.
And I'm sick of thinking that the bitches here
are only here for the dicks
that we spent a thousands years
fighting for this and it still
isn't gettin' fixed!

I'm sick of watching him stare
at her boobs when she spent the time on her hair.
I'm sick of puttin' on high-heeled shoes
when you motherfuckers don't notice or care
I'm sick of hearing excuses for all of the abuse
and it tortures me that the abusers now get to be my muse.

Ha. I keep on hearin' boys flow
'bout bewitchin' bitches with their dicks.
Here's what they don't know:
that mostly?
that shit makes me sick.