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urbn zombie - cobain lyrics

[produced by urbn zombie]

[verse 1]
first things first: i don’t really give a d+mn about your hatred though
that’s why i’m spitting on this beat with such a basic flow
because i want y’all to listen
i’ll tell you ‘bout my story, lemme start from the beginning
the year is ‘04; looking back, i’m not sure
how it feels for a kid who shoulda never been born
because i got a brother who’s living in the sky
i prolly wouldn’t be around if he woulda survived
but life is a b+tch, learned that when i was young
when i was getting bullied everyday under the sun
it seemed like i felt all alone, and i shattered
it felt like i was grabbed, and thrown off the ladder
middle school hits; getting played like a fiddle
as we’re treated like the prisoners; parents are the visitors
god d+mn oppression was the theme of the session
now i gotta cope with paranoia and depression

[chorus]
man i feel like cobain, word to cypress hill
never talk, but on the mic i will
insane in the brain, and sick to my stomach
i say it’s my fault, but my people say it wasn’t
man i feel like cobain, word to cypress hill
never talk, but on the mic i will
insane in the brain, and sick to my stomach
i say it’s my fault, but my people say it wasn’t
[verse 2]
i remain stunned for such a while, now my reigns done
no motivation as i gain none
i’m 18 and as the train runs
it’s gets derailed, now i’m thinking ‘bout obtained guns
i got a co2 pistol laying next to my bed
i wish it was real so i could load it up with lead
take the d+mn gun, point it right to my head
pull the mothaf+ckin trigger so they’ll see that i’m dead
the pain would be over; my brains getting colder
as the levels tend to rise higher than the cliffs of dover
but i don’t got the b+lls if i wanna paint the walls
so the writing is the way i get the weight up off the chest
cuz i don’t want my family stressed
knowing that their second chance ends with permanent rest
take a break from the quest, it’d be best
i don’t really give a d+mn what the f+ck they think
they’ll prolly never understand the fact

[chorus]
i feel like cobain, word to cypress hill
never talk, but on the mic i will
insane in the brain, and sick to my stomach
i say it’s my fault, but my people say it wasn’t
man i feel like cobain, word to cypress hill
never talk, but on the mic i will
insane in the brain, and sick to my stomach
i say it’s my fault, but my people say it wasn’t

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