In the Week, I Play GTA, But I'm tired and losing
From this way I didn't sway, so I got ammo from using
I'll just say I played so much a day I'd get lost in my room and
Go weeks without leaving and be forgetting to be grooming
I'd play so many games I'd say Am I in Temple of Hyrule or am
I see and simply I'm seeing all these Illusions
Then I'd say,"Nah", and I'd think everyone's colluding
I'd get so delusive that I feel that this is a ruse and
I'd think that everyone was against plotting and maneuvering
And did choose to take me out when they got the chance, I'm doomed
And so I'd load up my pack, so I could go click, clack, BOOM*
If they ever stepped a foot in my room and tried to consume me
And take me out, I'm ready to go rounds, they ruined, G
I don't go out quiet, I go loud, they assuming
they could contain me, should underestimate, and presuming
they could cape and duck tape me, they don't got a clue, see?
I stay in here, even though the door ain't locked
Sometimes I stare at the clock, waiting to pull my G-lock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, looks like another minute passes
Maybe I should have beat the bell and attended those classes
Cuz when I look out the glass, It's the opposition that I see
Not pedestrians, but scouts, and spies, that have it in for Me
They're looking in here trying to plan their ploys and plots
Thinking that I'll take down my guard and be allowed to be caught
Thinking not into temptation is what they preach
But they Ain't preachers, they're undercover 5-0 from the embassy
Searching to "enforce" the law, devising ways for me to be caught
At times, its angers me so much that I pull out my G-Lock and POP
A couple rounds from my window by the Weapon to the ground
But they're not people, they're rouge phantoms who run around
Maybe I should have listened to the other homie's opinions
Instead of thinking that I'm not another crazy civilian. |