migrating migraines

(álbum: B-Sides & Rarities Vol.4 [2006-2016] - 2016)

Migrating migraines keep my ratings
Mighty high when the mic is in my raiding
Sitting in a mild rain, why am I waitin'?
Why don't I make a run for the finish line? Maybe
Sit in my place, I spend my time angry
Penning lines and offending twice as many
People as last time, I grab the mic, hate me
This fucking candlelight cannot die, baby

Still A-D, to the asinine H-D
Life is a test, I've been passing mine lately
No more doubt, I strangle mine daily
Half a life left and I plan to die making
Sacrifice, won't let the bad advice take me
Pull me to the flashing lights if I saying
"Never will I rhyme to acquire high praisings
Rather die never having my pride taken."

So stop asking me if I'm well
Bitch, can't you tell that I feel
How I'm supposed to feel
How I'm supposed to feel, yuh
Smiling like my shit don't smell
Feeling pretty chill for real
Like I'm supposed to feel
Like I'm supposed to feel, yuh