Desperado

Desperate to enter this well infested center of the storm,
La vie en rose, yo here come the thorns,
Above my head she seen horns growing,
Use these metaphors to prevent um from showing more,
Poor flavor of course, my court papers say that I was born with a poor taste for remorse,
Relate to the course of shame,
Abort the game until my courts are claimed, cause I can't afford to hang,
Pour my pain in a glass till I suck it dry,
We support you, man what a fucking lie,
Something nice to say is overdue,
But impossible right now,
So I obey the golden rule,
Lost inside the old days,
Tripping on that cocaine,
Living for that slow pain,
That's no way to go mayne,
So I stop and, reevaluate the whole thing,
Like intravenous cocaine use I blow brains,

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me,
I've got a lot of problems as you can see,
And usually, they too hard to swallow,
Self-destructive when I hit that bottle,

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me,
I've got a lot of problems as you can see,
And usually, they too hard to swallow,
Self-destructive when I hit that bottle,

Picture me alone in the desert with a microphone,
Doing the rain dance in a lighting storm,
Story of my life,
I might just form my own bill of rights,
Like forgive those who hurt you,
Above the clouds, I got infected with that bird flu,
Had to amputate my wings, give me prosthetic holiness,
You could hear it when I sing,
If only this was my fist to the sky,
The blisters arise, as I sit and I cry,
Pissed with a five fingered device I use to hit what I despise,
Destroyed my reflection on the first try,
But I wished it survived,
Can't you see,
They trap you,
You need to,
Escape while you can dude,
Before they market on streets,
Ways to remove the mark of the beast,
And you too far to retreat,
Saying,

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me,
I've got a lot of problems as you can see,
And usually, they too hard to swallow,
Self-destructive when I hit that bottle,

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me,
I've got a lot of problems as you can see,
And usually, they too hard to swallow,
Self-destructive when I hit that bottle,

Alright, stop,
When I was young I used to act a fool,
Ditching school and smoking weed,
I thought my ass was cool,
Till I became the new kid several separate times,
I'd rely on this music to get my mind at ease,
Just another reason for me to get in the booth and blast off,
Dude I rap my ass off,
Cast off and suck the ocean through my last straw,
Cut the fucking mast off and still have brass balls big enough,
To face the most treacherous seas,
Infectious with frees,
Heavily squeezed between a rock and a hard spot,
My parts not as easy to see as what you did,
So I play the misfortune game and hang with cupid,
She love the way I fly,
Love the way I roll,
Love the way my life,
Gets out of control,
Cause I can't seem to manage anything but miss music,
Pointing her finger at me like,
Damn this kid's stupid,

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me,
I've got a lot of problems as you can see,
And usually, they too hard to swallow,
Self-destructive when I hit that bottle,

I'm a desperado, baby don't follow me,
I've got a lot of problems as you can see,
And usually, they too hard to swallow,
Self-destructive when I hit that bottle,

To all my desperados out there,
Wrecked with the wreckage of your presence,
Just remember,
The road to hell is paved with good intentions