Psycho sis - johnrot, anna grin, kourtnissixxx collab

 
smoke out the window
we should know better
then to obsess on last drags
yesterday
well
when everything started collapsing
i tried to hold the lines

i tried to
know the difference
between quitting while i was ahead
and giving up

shoestring theory
only leaves me strung out
on safety
maybe
next time
i'll die
trying
to conversate with a few less mimes

then again
deaf ears listen better
when I got a
$10 bottle of wine
and that wannabe psychiatrist
at the bar
is always throwing his 2 cents
in my broken tip jar

funny how questions
are answers
pissing in the wind
people never listen
but always
have dead beat opinions
too bad
it's as useful
as motel 6 bitches
tricking
for a score

I'm too broke
for my own habits
much less yours
hell
the roaches
won't even shit
on my dishes anymore

So then this is us inventing new hangover cures
And I don't know what you want to hear
'I'll do better next time'?
Let me define myself
In chemical signatures,
little autographs to my ego
I have to check the EEG to see if I'm dreaming
It spells anna
It's becoming my name
I don't want a drip
 I want optitrex eye mist
I want to rebuild only the layers of me that weigh nothing
I am FDA approved through and through
And you can't prove
 otherwise
My answer is always
It depends how much honesty you really want

dolla drafts are way cheaper
than tryin to get this bitch
to bill medicaid again
played a demon in pool for a shot
and permission to re write the necronomicon
while the bartender shouted
"John!"
quit talkin to your self

this motel was'nt free
it's not me
it's you
but i guess that's what we are both used to
a projection of insecurities

somebody broke god's heart
alanis morrisette is mad
crack
 is the only reason
anybody is doin cartwheels
anymore

 i've been here before
yeh i know what time it is
baby hide in the shower while me and the maid
discuss the finer things

a 454 chevy
a good houdini into mexico
and the lesser price of oxy
border patrol ain't checkin for a soul
and i'm sure we can fit both of ours
behind the panel of this briefcase

shit don't always play out how it should
so don't hold your breathe
actually
suffocation might be your best bet
'cause Spanish men like some ass
and I can bounce a quarter off of that
in fact
I'm seein' a fat sack

half a cigarette is starting to look a lot like me
burnt out and cancerous
but what's not hazardous ain't any fun
and I'm about ready to say fuck it
blowin smoke out the window
kills time when you're barely alive
provoking what's left to rot in the pit

karma is a promise that rides my dick like a slut
fucking me back with a fist
and bustin' a nut
a sadist for the masochist
that needs hell in large doses
but
what she doesn't know
is I'm addicted to psycho-sis

that's what happens
when you start replacing water
with Jack on the rocks
lookin' for a thrill
in the devils cum filled gym socks
yesterday looks alot like today
but that's ok
'cause last time I checked it was drowned in a shot
of e and j