| See now
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| I see a little silhouette of a man
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| Drowning in his in shame
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| Blood all on his hands
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| Now he feel no pain
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| He done grown obsessed
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| With the void welling in his brain
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| Now his own momma gonna see that he’s insane
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| Now momma
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| Just killed a man
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| Looked up in the mirror at that ugly motherfucker
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| Told him «I don’t wanna see your fucking face again»
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| He grabbed me by the throat
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| Wouldn’t stop until I choke
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| Grabbed a knife from my pocket
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| And he put it through my soul
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| That was it
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| It was over
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| Then I slipped into a coma
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| And that crazy motherfuckers had control since that moment
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| Now I see it clearer
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| Now I’m searching purgatory
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| Tryna find another mirror
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| Just so I could say I’m sorry
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| But…
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| Now I feel no pain
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| Now I’ve grown obsessed
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| With the void welling in my brain
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| Now my mommas gonna know that I’m insane
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| License is suspended I got nowhere to go
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| I got no job so I’m hoping that the music will blow
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| I’m tryna jump off balconies into the people below
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| Start a pit catch a face kick in my own show
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| I’m fucking lost
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| I don’t fucking know how else I can cope
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| My heart pumping out my chest
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| Pressure making me choke
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| I am my own worst foe
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| Don’t believe in a soul
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| Not even mine
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| Now I know what it’s like to be low
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| Now I see it clearer
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| Now I’m searching purgatory
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| Tryna find another mirror
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| Just so I could say I’m sorry
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| But…
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| Now I feel no pain
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| Now I’ve grown obsessed
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| With the void welling in my brain
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| Now my mommas gonna know that I’m insane |