Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
So far behind
They quit tracking my place
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race


Hey, imma:
*******, loser, *****
*******, mental, sick
full of ****, full of ****
loner, ******, hypocrite

strike one - gentle smack
strike two - foundation crack
strike three - tidal wave crash
the fatt catts
all laff n laff


Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
So far behind
They quit tracking my place
Great
I’m getting lapped
in this sick
mutherfuckin rat race

the gutz
the glory
the glitz
the glam
the gak
the ****
the hash
we write
our own stories
ride the wave
to the grave
no turning back

everyone's so
**** special
pinned ribbons
shiny medals
yet im still
a broke ***** loser
dirtbag, drug abuser

I wear a mask
with a smiley face
cold iron on my waist
getting lapped in the rat race
wish it wasnt the case
leaning in for the kiss
of death's embrace
caught up in this futile chase

Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race
So far behind
They quit tracking my place
Great
I’m getting lapped in the rat race

so fragile this lens
could it see deep down for what we seek to cleanse

your eyes reflect a light
makes the doubt in my heart pack up and take flight

resonating lies
always there to guide me like stars in the night sky

intricate mask
brought an end to the question they would always ask

chemicals in my brain
is it just something new or really you numbing this pain

a tale of will soon came something quite haunting
death the titled chapter at the end
a hollow thrill of everlasting wanting
stained in history's trend

obviously
you had it out for me
and to my dismay
you had flawless aim

I'm so low
that when I get high
I barely reach level
Every day is a street fight
2 v. 1
me against
myself and the devil

breath by breath
step by step
day by day by day
all alone in a sealed off cave
dreamin of sunrays
tryin to escape

everyday I'm just chippin away
everyday's another tug on the fray

I'm so low
that when I get high
I barely reach level
Every day is a street fight
2 v. 1
me against
myself and the devil

a blade a twist
reminisce that gentle kiss
cool mist
spray of the waves
blisters and ****** fingertips
wrestle with demons
some days don't resist

yet I'm still chippin away
despite another day is a pull on the fray

little beams of light
drink in the sun
revive the will to fight

so I'm just chippin away
everyday's another tug on the fray

I'm so low
that when I get high
I barely reach level
Every day is a street fight
2 v. 1
me against
myself and the devil