Truth is: never really cared about much,
I guess I never really dared give a fuck,
I’m Omni-sexual, attitude is fuck it all,
Omni-sexual, I don’t give a fuck at all.
They say that I’m cold and I’m heartless,
I just view the world through the eyes of an artist,
Staring at the Sun, seeing darkness,
Call it a gift; I’m saying fuck all that exists.
I never liked the living, most things are better when they die,
So I kill beats and carry round “Catcher in the Rye”,
Sick pup, right? Nuts, like, crushed, diced,
Plus a mite, uptight, spend my days hating being upright,
Middle finger up, like, fuck life, Josh Wolfe,
Here with a jaw full of hot quotes and pot smoke,
Thoughts broke, always been an odd bloke,
Talk coke, wrestling my mind, off the top rope, finish him,
Never gave a fuck, probably never will,
Thing about gassing up on hatred: you’re never filled,
Cold, like, every family pet that I ever killed,
Resume took more than a day, had to let it build, ill,
The hate is strong in me, I don’t know why,
Or what the fuck is wrong with me; I’m such an angry guy,
Something must have broken in me; I don’t think I need it fixed,
It’s all about perspective, where you see a flaw I see a gift - and the honest...
Truth is: never really cared about much,
I guess I never really dared give a fuck,
I’m Omni-sexual, attitude is fuck it all,
Omni-sexual, I don’t give a fuck at all.
They say that I’m cold and I’m heartless,
I just view the world through the eyes of an artist,
Staring at the Sun, seeing darkness,
Call it a gift; I’m saying fuck all that exists.
Now, I don’t see the bright side of much,
Maybe even nothing, it’s like everything I touch just breaks,
Fuck sakes, thought chronic would have fixed my mix-ups,
But just when I start to breathe easy, hiccups.
By design been the finest in the crowd, but I’m fucked,
Even pawned the silver lining in the cloud,
So the stars could be aligning, I’d complain about the shining,
Then complain that I’m complaining, cause I’m whining too loud,
I’m sick of people saying I’m next up,
I tried to draw my last breath, too bad my sketch sucked,
The legend lives, imagine me without my sedatives
Take a pic of me; you’ll only see me in the negatives,
That’s not light at the end of the tunnel, but just to mock you,
There probably is a dude with a flashlight, who’s lost, too,
From the deepest, darkest depths of my brain to yours,
Omni-sexual, a slut, but my aim's to whore,
I figure if you're gonna do it, get paid for it,
Get money, all the money that you prayed for,
Buy every single thing that you saved for,
'Til you're slayed for, everything you slaved for.
Uh, I guess the point's lost on me,
Life's just a bag of shit, call it a colostomy,
Fuck it all, I don't give a fuck at all,
Omni-sexual, hitting buckets 'til I kick the bucket, y'all.
Truth is: never really cared about much,
I guess I never really dared give a fuck,
I’m Omni-sexual, attitude is fuck it all,
Omni-sexual, I don’t give a fuck at all.
They say that I’m cold and I’m heartless,
I just view the world through the eyes of an artist,
Staring at the Sun, seeing darkness,
Call it a gift; I’m saying fuck all that exists.
credits
from SickSongs,
released June 1, 2018
Produced By: Madhattr (A. Tanton)
Written By: Ngajuana (N. Latella)
Background Vocal: Moongaze (I. Wasse)
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana