The Boys (Hip-hop)

Written by Sweet Buzz Music. Produced by Suno. Lyrics are written by me, vocals and instrumental are produced by Suno. [bass intro] [verse] I heard this one before, repetitive songs looped in stores The same score, playing over and over till ears grew sore Worn out like the stanking socks I just wore Play my own as I declare war, hiding the pain I’ve endured Bleeding from metaphorical swords, I’ve been gored Gouged out my eyes and baptized by an almighty high I can’t even lie, my pride can no longer hide the pain inside These memories juggling, huddling, stumbling into something bigger Taking everything in my power not to pull the trigger I’m just another sucker without his mother and grand-mammmy Getting sappy and snappy, I’m unhappy - my life’s crappy Therapist snapped at me before she slapped me With another visit to my psychiatrist like I’m into this Notorious for taking medicines since I lack discipline They can’t fix what’s broken within I guess I’m a lost cause, one bad day from breaking laws [pre-chorus] Unless I can find a way to pause the noise It’s just Me and mental illnesses - call us the boys [chorus] The boys! The-the-the-the boys! The-the-the-the boys! The-the-the-the boys! The boys! Just me and the boys! [verse 2] You want me to keep it quiet, don’t start a riot Just try to fight it but damn I can’t deny it No wonder they’re delighted when I got fired Then rehired again without making amends It tends to sting when they string you along in full swing Like a plaything until you sing your disdain out of pain Leaving you out in the cold rain Ignoring what you did to maintain despite the strain You’re getting too old for this, it’s getting obvious That the madness and sadness has become contagious The future’s looking outrageous to most of us these days Getting harder to pray and not stray from the path God paved Sick of laying in the mess I’ve made, dirt clinging to my very soul Playing with crooked dice on every roll Lord knows it’s taken a toll on me, and I can only plead Hoping mercy will someday find me, maybe they’ll tell I’m sorry [pre-chorus] Unless I can find a way to pause the noise It’s just Me and mental illnesses - call us the boys [chorus] The boys! The-the-the-the boys! The-the-the-the boys! The-the-the-the boys! The boys! Just me and the boys! [verse 3] Ignored the concerned calls while I’m bouncing off white walls Sweating waterfalls in the cold, forget what’s being told These stories are remakes with harsh stakes No retakes for mistakes, too often it’s too late So why wait for an escape that won’t arrive on time? Your life’s on the line and you’re falling behind I can hear it calling, calling my name wishing the best Sometimes I think it’s banking on my very last breath But I’m ready for death, don’t you see my eyes? How long till they realize that I’m not alive? Zombified I’m along for the ride, happiness denied I know what’s coming for me, following from the shadows Lurking among the battles in the fields Without shields, I hold no protection as if resurrection awaits me Tell a tale of the world that tainted me, and of those that hated me I tell my story so those who ain’t me, could never paint me