K-Slick - Asshole lyrics

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K-Slick - Asshole

Verse 1

Yo I’ve been stabbed in the back and I saw my world close in,

Left for the dogs, hung to dry like a close pin,

Watch my heart frozen in the bottom of the ocean,

I got trust issues and most of them unspoken,

Emotions, revokin’ cause what I thought was bogus,

Maybe its smoke and mirrors, I call it hocus pocus,

Cause lies is like magic, get them to believe,

The bull shit that you say when you know that you deceive,

Backstabbers and greed, don’t seem to leave,

It’s like I got a kind of plight, with some sort of disease,

And stupid me tries to help, those that seem to need,

Even though they aint help when I was screamin please,

Independent with a passion, Stick to my own fashion,

Just when my worlds crashin, I picked it up with a backspin,

Ain’t happy but I’m laughin, don’t judge me based on actions,

Stop speculating, open your mouth and ask him

Never again will I show any compassion,

It leaves e wide open and a target for bashin,

That’s it the fact is the masses walked past him,

But when something’s good, now they attracted,

But where were they when I load the clip in my ride,

Not by my side, when I tried to commit suicide,

And my best friends they lied, forget it it’s the past though,

So next time you see e don’t blame me if I’m an asshole.

Chorus

For the loaners, for the stoners,

For the alcoholics and the zoners.

For the homeless, who don’t own shit,

And for the people who just help cause it’s their onus,

For the dreamers, yeah that means us,

On your way to the top, now get your feet up,

For the mean mugs, hope you can see us,

For the people that doubted now you believers.

Verse 2

Yo I gotta sit down, release my thoughts,

Play the music sound with the peace it brought,

For the kid who lost hope without a thing to loose,

Depressed and devastated, he’s 16 in school.

Broken home hopeless life, no one understands him.

Hates when he wakes up and he wishes he could vanish.

Till that one rap song brightens his dull light,

And with an ounce of hope, he kinda feels aight,

And it gives him a bit of strength to just carry on,

And never ever ever has he felt so strong,

When the music’s on, the worlds in his mind,

And for that lil 5 minutes he just feels so fine,

He don’t do drugs, keeps him records in a stash though,

Pursued his passion, they took advantage fast yo,

They aint care for art, they only care for cash flow,

So next time you see him don’t blame him if he’s an asshole.

Chorus

Verse 3

Pants sagged, fitted back dress code is like religion,

I aint changing for these trends, dress code is my tradition,

It’s my identity of self, and your identity needs help,

If your identity relies on If your jeans match your belt.

My opinions so strong, look I know it won’t end well,

Sit down process my thoughts like an Intel,

Type it up read it baby blow up your kindle,

Last night I saw a coke head and I wondered was he in hell?

Deep breath inhale, is this all merely a test,

Or am I a past sinner and my soul severely rest,

I send chills down your spine, every word and every breath,

Media swingin’ at my head but I got a steady neck.

Plus thick skin dawg, you know that I’m stone cold,

Your words aren’t worth shit, false information for a promo,

You look stupid for assumptions, how you gon grow?

When 99% of your blog is lies you don’ know.

Bloggers think they media, I really feel sorry,

Your opinion so invalid, gotta make up stories,

A bunch of bitter children, attention whores and helpless teens,

Go on line criticize to boost self-esteem,

I’ve been crossed so much that I react slow,

I saw the world for what it is a fiasco,

But when you see it, maybe even half though,

Then I swear to god you won’t blame me f I’m an asshole…

Thanks to Dwayne for correcting these lyrics