Basket Case Ringtones

Self, self-pity, self-self pity Why the fuck is everybody else giddy? I woke up and felt shitty Matter fact I've felt the same all week Let down on my last album on the shelf sitting And I think I might need, help getting out of bed Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning on a thread I'm my own worst critic, and I gotta write a album But I keep hating on my self, it's like I get obsessed Cause I hate what I write, say-say something tight I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might Let 'em down if what I make don't relate to them right If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my record And if my second doesn't sell better than the last I'mma owe the record label cash So it's hard to relax and write raps I be losing concentration sometimes I look at what they sayin' online Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain't respond I'm behind on my dead-line, and I got a home life To juggle ain't no free-time My manager callin' up, "what you got another deep song? What is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?" Not in the mood to write a weed song I'm sitting giving myself a mental beat-down when I rap I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case I can have conversation with rappers I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a name Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me? But, on the other hand, people think I'm all famous I ain't as paid as you think, when I tell 'em the price is To get me on a record they are like it's too expensive just to pay me a G And I'm starting to feel guilty Cause I'm known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams So I'm watching dudes tell me that I gave 'em motivation Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same thing as me but Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, what is blatant to me And I don't want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they makin' is tight But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life And it's all my fault... damn They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature, typing my thoughts online Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that crossed my mind Cause I hate rap Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part Even though I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time And they be swearing that they go so hard They don't really even say shit Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and synching The song I'm making, them figures dope, it ain't about the speed You gotta make it make sense And did I mention that I really hate fake fans? I don't understand how one minute, everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper, actin' like they forgot That's how the shit works First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again, you gotta toughen your skin This kinda shit hurts This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube Sayin' that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw) I don't rap like that, I don't hang around white boys who act like that I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap it's like... damn

I don't want to talk about it to you I'm not an open book that you can rifle through The cold hard truth that you see right to I'm just basket case without you He's not a magic man or a perfect fit But had a steady hand and I got used to it And a glass cage heart and invited me in And now I'm just a basket case without him You're beggin' for the truth So I'm sayin' it to you I've been saving your place And what good does it do? Now I'm just a basket case Now I'm just a basket case I don't say much and it'll stay that way You got a steel train touch and I'm just a track you lay So I'll stay right here underneath you I'm just a basket case and that's what we do You're beggin' for the truth So I'm sayin' it to you I've been saving your place And what good does it do? Now I'm just a basket case Won't somebody come on in and tug at my seams? Oh, send your armies in of robbers and thieves To steal the state I'm in, I don't want it anymore You're beggin' for the truth So I'm sayin' it to you I've been saving your place And what good does it do? Now I'm just a basket case Now I'm just a basket case Now I'm just a basket case Now I'm just a basket case

I really don't know where this story began My friend Houston had got himself a girl Swank is her name, she's got the best of him And he's got the best of her in the palm of their hand And they could care less what's comin' up Sometimes their future doesn't have much luck This wigged-out thing called love They make it kinda rough And they don't really mind They're on their own They said this has been motionless orbit flight Around each other, intoxicating their minds Dancing in the street under suburban lights They stumbled to the concrete without a hurt And they could care less what's comin' up Sometimes their future doesn't have much luck This wigged-out thing called love They make it kinda rough And they don't really mind They're on their own To love, lose, and control So you better hold on As they walked together in time Leavin' all the drunks behind This wigged-out thing called love They make it kinda rough But they don't really mind They're on their own, own