- The speaker describes feeling overwhelmed and stuck in their own thoughts
- They mention being dissatisfied with their job and financial situation
- They express frustration with their own limitations and struggles with mental health
- The speaker references feeling trapped and unable to escape negative patterns
- They mention feeling bored and tired of their current circumstances
- The speaker reflects on their own self-destructive tendencies and desire for change
- They express a longing for improvement and a better future.

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Cerebral Germz (ft. Layla) · Jase

Beathedz - Jase Connection Vol. 1

℗ 2006 Obese Records

Released on: 2008-10-10

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my head space, scraping capacities A drunken bunion stumbling from the pungent stench of apathy Disgrace in a small paid salary managing to suck the fun from a hundred chapters of stumped audacity On a budget with an average of 13 bucks plus 6 cents stashed in piggies up my lung Are you back in the game?

Yeah, la, you partially blunted So I've come with 1 last chance Dancing with discomfort in a panther's tongue Of hungry friction Alright, chip, now I'm listening Plan all missions to avoid Harvey Crump But luck and stop licking non-existent inflictions Have you got it, huh?

Analyze the sunken diatribe Of complicated lays of onion eyes An irritated bunion of aging eyes A two-faced agent, spy versus spy In the urgent confrontation of a fiery angel And the patronising icy devil of anticipation Heart to navel, turning pages A layman's terms, highly fatal But painfully grappling with cerebral germs And a terrible curse of intestinal worms Regurgitating the same shit again till my stomach hurts The verdict is plain, if a weight's uncertain A lucky dip of her game Please, another bourbon Betty Boone on myself, Russian to hard I get it Cos I'm the only 1 who feel the rep at cushions And I'm already edgy Ah, what a mess, like Steady Eddie Tryna pick up a turd that I slipped out of Effie's dress Big heads?

Not me, that are flayed and blimful Like a chained up chimp or an AG pin with sore hands I couldn't score with his words, sawed for 4 grand And an after dinner meal the poor man couldn't sorter With half his mortgage, a Versace wardrobe And 40% yielding from the week before So, get my picture I got 1 wing injured from a self-perceptive syndrome Put on the wrong tincture So scarred feet, ducked deep in the earth of sneakers urgent refits tryna fight the urge cursing my weakness meeting with the green reaper And he seeps deeper, consciously or subbed off as an anxious sleeper I'm either, either, a broken kosher to snipe a potato gun Aimed to mash dreams like a sniper, rotten spuds Stuffed at the bottom of my stock and watching the clock And wanting it to stop and not knowing what cake I'm topping yet Sweet icing, dumber games, bitter spreads, trigger leds I mean pencils, sniggering, motionless Cozied, yes, essential ornaments Temperamental at my worst, experimental at my best And I'm bored with it, and I'm sentimentally sordid with the thought of it And I'm apprehensively cornered, but not ignoring it Surely it's fraudulent in this tournament of freelancers Dim lanterns to rekindle with simple answers 10 dimples on my hands, I need all the chances to flourish Hey widen my harvests, tired of filing rubbish Chucking wasted tantrums to the bin of my carcass, relying on dash courage to feel half marvellous It's flaring up and I'm swearing the cup's half empty Spend enough time cut, yeah I've been scarred plenty Filling a cup of the school's loose Self-destructive voodoo Far from blue, I'm moving the excuse of you to start Faring up and I'm swearing this cup's half empty Spend enough time shutting, this mask's heavy Filling a cup of the school's loose Self-destructive voodoo Non-productive and


Speaker 0: Swamp in

Speaker 1: my head space, scraping capacities A drunken bunion stumbling from the pungent stench of apathy Disgrace in a small paid salary managing to suck the fun from a hundred chapters of stumped audacity On a budget with an average of 13 bucks plus 6 cents stashed in piggies up my lung Are you back in the game? Yeah, la, you partially blunted So I've come with 1 last chance Dancing with discomfort in a panther's tongue Of hungry friction Alright, chip, now I'm listening Plan all missions to avoid Harvey Crump But luck and stop licking non-existent inflictions Have you got it, huh? Analyze the sunken diatribe Of complicated lays of onion eyes An irritated bunion of aging eyes A two-faced agent, spy versus spy In the urgent confrontation of a fiery angel And the patronising icy devil of anticipation Heart to navel, turning pages A layman's terms, highly fatal But painfully grappling with cerebral germs And a terrible curse of intestinal worms Regurgitating the same shit again till my stomach hurts The verdict is plain, if a weight's uncertain A lucky dip of her game Please, another bourbon Betty Boone on myself, Russian to hard I get it Cos I'm the only 1 who feel the rep at cushions And I'm already edgy Ah, what a mess, like Steady Eddie Tryna pick up a turd that I slipped out of Effie's dress Big heads?

Not me, that are flayed and blimful Like a chained up chimp or an AG pin with sore hands I couldn't score with his words, sawed for 4 grand And an after dinner meal the poor man couldn't sorter With half his mortgage, a Versace wardrobe And 40% yielding from the week before So, get my picture I got 1 wing injured from a self-perceptive syndrome Put on the wrong tincture So scarred feet, ducked deep in the earth of sneakers urgent refits tryna fight the urge cursing my weakness meeting with the green reaper And he seeps deeper, consciously or subbed off as an anxious sleeper I'm either, either, a broken kosher to snipe a potato gun Aimed to mash dreams like a sniper, rotten spuds Stuffed at the bottom of my stock and watching the clock And wanting it to stop and not knowing what cake I'm topping yet Sweet icing, dumber games, bitter spreads, trigger leds I mean pencils, sniggering, motionless Cozied, yes, essential ornaments Temperamental at my worst, experimental at my best And I'm bored with it, and I'm sentimentally sordid with the thought of it And I'm apprehensively cornered, but not ignoring it Surely it's fraudulent in this tournament of freelancers Dim lanterns to rekindle with simple answers 10 dimples on my hands, I need all the chances to flourish Hey widen my harvests, tired of filing rubbish Chucking wasted tantrums to the bin of my carcass, relying on dash courage to feel half marvellous It's flaring up and I'm swearing the cup's half empty Spend enough time cut, yeah I've been scarred plenty Filling a cup of the school's loose Self-destructive voodoo Far from blue, I'm moving the excuse of you to start Faring up and I'm swearing this cup's half empty Spend enough time shutting, this mask's heavy Filling a cup of the school's loose Self-destructive voodoo Non-productive and

Speaker 2: reluctant food looper And a couple

Speaker 1: of fools who sell destructive

Speaker 0: food to unproductive and

Speaker 1: reluctant food-lovers

Speaker 0: you

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Cerebral Germz (ft. Layla)