Loose Laced Video (MV)

Going down the dodgy path I choose, staring back at obstacles
My shoes, loose laced, oiling my head's loose screws
This is my place and I came from the trenches, maintained an egocentric mental
Guess you've gotta where I'm from, hardwired to my motherboard
I'm the soldier lord, my solid bars robust to yours, I bust like
Intercourse, sin a lot with an eight inch cock, been around like your thots
Stingy sound syringe music, spurring into murder
I get off to a bunch of stuff that I shouldn't in the world of love
Statutory intermit objects, sentimental to my split profits
You ain't ever seen my projects (too blind for the nonsense)
Closed mind but I say it's open, sometimes yeah f*cking stoners
Disregard on that last line, I don't sense hopelessness
Staring at the rain, underneath the tin, in the backyard, shooting up a grin
Not on drugs and they're not in me, still tie knots perfectly
Shooting through the back hallways, mist of broken wood doorways
Extra trench coats cause I'm always on the go now-days
Now'a'days I'm a wayward and past that
Spitting like a semi-automatic weapon as a lab rat, unprescribed Xanax
Dismantling a mantle piece for mental peace, venting with my pen
Blindly gluing truth ink to the stench of my diary
Landing on you f*cks like a bomb, Sedan 1 9 6 2
Stop for a moment as I push abuse and spew
Chew until it's gone and I choose to be wayward, they say it's no good
With an empty bottle's blood churning in my liquid stomach
Love the shattered picture frames sitting on the floor with torn photographs
Looking at 'em awkwardly cause I feel mad in my own house
Brawl often capped, stomped and laughed at
Sit in muttered silence, utterly laid back for the voice that trash talks
Bulletproof