Years and Years

[Verse One]<br>I think I`m gonna snap one of these days<br>One of these days, I`ma snap into a rage, in half<br>I think I`m gonna snap somebody, for real<br>I feel I gotta slap somebody<br>And I don`t know, if I`m losin my patience<br>or the world`s gettin more difficult than it was before<br>But people seem dumber, prices are higher<br>My wallet got thin and now the straights are dire<br>And it`s all really startin to get to me<br>I feel like one ingredient inside the recipe<br>And the rest of me, is fallin off to the bone<br>like leprosy, everything starts to pester me<br>So I hide behind stacks of bills<br>And the cracked windshield of my automobile<br>That`s why everything gets more distorted than it seems<br>My girl tellin me that I`m havin hoop dreams<br>Now we`re arguin again (damn) I take a hit<br>and turn the volume up to ten and run with no direction<br>And only hopes of an escape<br>But it`s like runnin in circles on a twelve inch plate<br>They say, to be insane is when you do the same<br>and get the same results and still do it again<br>They say, to be insane is when you do the same<br>and get the same results, check it, check check it out<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Turned on my VCR, same one I had for years<br>Turned on my stereo the static hurts my ears<br>I sit in my old car, same one I had for years<br>Battery`s been runnin down for years and years and years<br><br>[Verse Two: Takbir]<br>Yo, I`m sick of bein confused and always gettin my hopes up<br>Spin the barrel twice and put it back in my holster<br>Diamond in my confidence watch three (?) as<br>I`m blockin in my passion for rappin it`s all provacative<br>This is how it is if you hate havin jobs<br>If you wait then you strong if you fake then you gone<br>The fiasco of cash flow, makin me laugh<br>So I throw on my costume while swingin my lasso<br>Steak for the butcher shop, weightin to slay<br>A nice meal `til they cookin raw paper mache<br>So last but not peace I dropped a few lines<br>in the book of thought ingredients passin through time<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit<br>If you can`t deal, with, it<br>Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit<br>If you can`t deal, with, it<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Yo, yo, yo<br>It`s been a long time since my brain felt peace<br>It`s this and it`s that but not me<br>Or is it, all the think to thought makes me (?)<br>With my fingernails with no guilt makes a visit<br>I wish I was ten years old again (why?)<br>Cause back then I wasn`t so picky about my friends<br>Plus I`d rather worry about which toy I want next<br>than havin to worry about my rent check<br>See man, don`t you understand?<br>You have to beat the system, before you make demands<br>And that`s all fine and dandy for the time being<br>But I`m sick of payin bills with money I`m never seein (help!)<br>Damn computer screen makes my eyes hurt<br>I hate givin up my time, that`s why I`m always late for work<br>At least fifteen minutes (hurry up)<br>Cause I need the snooze bar the way Popeye needs his spinach<br>I hate when the little things become big things<br>and the big things become bigger things<br>That`s when I simply shut my eyes, and cover my ears<br>Same thing I`ve done for years<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[repeat 2X]<br>Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit<br>If you can`t deal, with, it<br>Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit<br>If you can`t deal, with, it