| There’s a demon inside my soul
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| (And he always wants to kick it with me)
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| There’s a human in there I know
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| (But he ain’t never acting right)
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| I’m higher than God on methamphetamines
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| I’m higher than Jesus on opium den on ketamine
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| I’m higher than Buddha if he said fuck Zen
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| I’ma hire Roto-Rooter then I’ll flush it in the end
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| I’m a shooter not a looter and I’m always in voodoo using words
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| Like toodles I don’t give a flying fuck
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| Everybody buying I am the prime suppliant I am a drug
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| And nobody can be trying it
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| Ridiculing you for keeping you off a that Ritalin
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| This is a side of me I will forever regret within that bothers me
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| Looking for dope and another bottle of gin
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| With permanent devilish grin and my list of sins
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| I’mma fucking addict and I hurry to panic
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| Tnd this tragedy practically had to be eradicated
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| Radically medicated, shit I don’t want it not more
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| Maybe my persona is stuck in the art form
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| Outta my mind, you’ll find that I’m intertwined
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| With a long line a fucked up twines
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| That grind and try to align and hoping that I can never find another way to
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| make it out alive
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| But, really I just wanna be crazy
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| Blame it on mind fucks I get on a daily
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| Look for the time, fuck, stuck in a daydream
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| But I don’t wanna single person tryna save me, no safety
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| There’s a demon in my head again
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| I probably need another dose of Ritalin
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| Or something like a sedative, I’m a lunatic in many ways
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| I’m the type of motherfucker looking for a better days
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| Standing in the rain with a sad face and the demon in my mind
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| I’mma take it at a fast pace, slow it down at the same time
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| And the fan base, don’t I wanna be on my grind?
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| Living with the madness and I’m outta my mind’s eye
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| The evil calms me down
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| This is just one more thing to eliminate
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| People out of my life never to discriminate
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| The hating on my highlights, sipping on the salty lemonade
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| I’m eating creme brulee in a different city everyday
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| They try to get inside my head and hurt my family and friends
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| But I’m already bleeding from the inside
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| Out of place to think that it’s erased for a title roll
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| But I just mind my business, dodging all of these federal
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| This is real, not a metaphor, on the floorboards
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| Got the blood of these bitches claiming that they are horrorcore
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| The metamorphosis corpses at an abortion orphanage
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| Contortion is the most important factor that I can escape
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| Now the eye in the sky was built to destruct and catch my lies
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| Feeling fresh to death tryna stay alive
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| Once out of my brain then left to die |