XXX - The Trick

Strip club Casket Body in that basket Still here Basement False with that plasma Far wrong with paper Stuck with my Asthma Scattering tips, busting the poverty gap Crowds killing days, after making money If the unrooted planks break with consecutive hits Like these ambiguous lyrics, go bankrupt Talk about having nothing to do due to job scarcity In a dilemma, yours is too obscure Not a psycho, not a celebrity Just a music student, deeply reading masterpieces Tricks aren't even considered art Then mine is mine, dude, it's probably dogshit Trying to be cool but not succeeding, it's a white elephant If I'm a guy who says he'll make it big in Korea despite this Why are half the lyrics I write so twisted?