League of Extraordinary Gz - This Too lyrics

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What will it take? When we gonna see?

Where do we go? What’s it gonna be?

All of these questions but who do I ask?

There’s no use in stressing ‘cause this too shall pass

This too shall pass

My life is at a standstill, enough to make a man feel like Wile E. Coyote

Staring up at that Acme, that anvil

I knew I should’ve made that left in Albuquerque

Now I’m broken out of gas, oh, Lord, have mercy

I’m tryna catch a ride but they keep passing me by

I’m with 20 vibe and I ain’t even have a license to drive

So if I am in the car it’s on the passenger side

And this I’m watching the marching band but hey, shit happens sometimes

I guess that makes me a screw-up

‘Cause I can’t remember the last time a woman outside my family gave me a hug

A king without a castle, it’s just a long way to travel without no directions

I’m just educated guessing, wait a second, uphill battle, better yet, up shit free

End this shit with the League, without a toilet paper paddle

The world spins too fast, I just wanna get off

I think of Kurt Cobain when I wanna blow my shit off

But that’s just a dizzle, I gotta shake the dizz off

And fuck this bitch called life one more time ‘fore I get soft

My family disappointed but they won’t say shit

‘Cause I dropped out of school to do music like yay here

Yet still I feel so much time is wasted, came too late and see if mama took the state above the basement

Say you ain’t appreciating it until after you die

Realize I wasn’t behind, it was me passing you by

What will it take? When we gonna see?

Where do we go? What’s it gonna be?

All of these questions but who do I ask?

There’s no use in stressing ‘cause this too shall pass

This too shall pass

Mama said she found a lump on her breast

She don’t know if it’s cancer, she waiting on an answer

Every night I pray and say Grace

She know if I could with her I’d trade places

She’s Jehovah’s Witness, that’s the holy business

She was knocking on doors when I was kicking in them bitches

And I’ve been thinking about the wrong I’ve done

Maybe that’s the reason why I lost my son

I ain’t been by the grave, I can’t even tell you why

I’m the victim of that yay, make a nigga wanna die, shit

And the tears that I cry mount to more that the rain drops falling out the sky

So I put on a smooth song ‘cause at the end of the day I know I gotta move on

‘Cause it ain’t enough tissues and if you look around real good everybody got issues

So it gotta pass, just keep looking for the answer

But I promise you, it ain’t a lot of cash, that’s to be defined, read between the lines

Life’s a lesson, how it goes it’s how you design

So I grind on this borrowed time, leave a legacy through my rhymes

I guess I’m in my prime, in retrospect I confess each and every line

And while y’all still looking back, I’m passing by

What will it take? When we gonna see?

Where do we go? What’s it gonna be?

All of these questions but who do I ask?

There’s no use in stressing ‘cause this too shall pass

This too shall pass

They say the best die young, shit, who you telling?

All my homies laying in dirt but I made it to 27

Something’s wrong with your religion, they say it’s part of the plan

I don’t wanna hear preaching, never helped me to understand

Just why them babies ain’t got no daddy, you tell me, then

Murder, pedophilia, rapists, why He ain’t stepping in?

What is the accepted sin? Look at this shit He left us in

When you lay to rest all your problems and debts are handed to your next of kin

I visit graves, just checking in, reality setting in, no more talks

No more jokes, no more plots, no more hopes, all the time we won’t get again

Depressed, I’m more soft than I’ve ever been

We eat pills and vodka, my medicine, slow down

What my mama try to tell me heartbreak make no sound

We graded you from inside out till you broke down

All these people all around, I still feel alone, how? Too many questions

You can’t change me, no matter how you try to

Kill all my demons and my angels might die, too

I’m tryna be a better man but my kids is wearing second hand clothes

And Lord knows that mob already can pull money quicker

The power, the gun and the trigger

See, all the hunger will make you wanna run up and stick ‘em

Family, I wanna be with you but I’m slipping like Back to the Future

I disappear from off the front of the pictures, picture me

A bum in that alley, filling my lungs full of liquor, I hiccup

Or maybe a junkie, find my hit, pick a trick up

Either way I think there’s no direction but up

Job interviews, they see my record, my first impression is fuck

I love to wreck a mic, then straight the tracks, pressing it up

But no money left for the studio, my sessions abrupt

I question, my destiny is to be arrested on federal

Or Mac 11 weapon in my chest and my gut

My last testament on a stretcher in a medical truck

I’m fresh out of luck, depression, instructions measures corrupt

It’s every track I make is a confessional but it suck when your own fan sees you broke down

And lends you a junk