MENTAL

Follow 0 fans

TRP

3:33

1 View

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Yeah
Check it
Yo, yo
Man, my mental is cut through some pain like a chainsaw

Now my brain's wrong, think I'm cursed, going AwoL
I've been running around this space since the blast off
I've advanced up, got my mind on the bag, uh
Used to swear that I was sane, now I can't recall a thing

Cause I'm all fucked up in my mental
F*ck a busta, I'm the Don, of these demons in my mind
sick and wicked all the time in my mental
In my mental, in my mental

Fucked up, thinking got me trapped in my mental
In my mental, in my mental
Had a pistol to my head, I was seven
Fuckin bitch move, I'ma end you

Reprimand you for the shit that I've been through
I resent you, I'ma stand true to my damned roots
For the bag, for the stash, for the cash too
All these problems that accumulated

Took my soul and renovated, elevated
Demonstrated what it is to integrate
My aggravation and my agitation
Causing mass invasion, demons taking over my whole database

I'm out of space, and facing this shit that I can't erase
Made me gravitate my fate to smoking weed to ease the hate I'm losing
Patience I cant stay another day and this dismay
Without a shot gun to the face to put this pussy in his grave,

Pain, running through my veins, say this is how I maintain
All these wicked brain games, trauma in my mainframe
Taught me never maday, pop myself to vacate
All this pain, hate, let it spray, pain make way

Focus on the payday till I'm dead weight
At peace, distant from this clashing
Past things, couldn't put them past me to the backseat
So I strapped in to this rapping, got the blasting

All this anger turned to mental clashings
And I'll never stop my grind, I'm making up my mind
Gonna find my place and renovate my fate
I gave myself away, I gotta get me back

I'm putting down the strap and picking up my pace
To liberate my rage and rid this rigid space I'm living in
Today, I gotta get away, I know I cannot stay
I gotta get away, I gotta get away, I gotta get away

Man, my mental is cut through some pain like a chainsaw
Now my brain's wrong, think I'm cursed, going AWOL
I've been running around this space since the blast off
I've advanced up, got my mind on the bag uh

Used to swear that I was sane, now I can't recall a thing
Cause I'm all fucked up in my mental
F*ck a busta, I'm the don, of these demons in my mind
Sick and wicked all the time in my mental

In my mental, in my mental, fucked up thinking
Got me trapped in my mental, in my mental
In my mental, had a pistol to my head
I was seven, fucking bitch move

I'ma end you, reprimand you for the shit that I've been through
I resent you, I'ma stand true to my damned roots
For the bag, for the stash, for the cash too
I'm losing recollection, of how to f*ck with affection

I'm losing sense of direction, I'm falling but still ascending
I'm pouring, out mad aggression, and filling up by the second
I can't even have a minute for thinking about a different life
Where the son could be chilling instead of thinking about killing

My dreaming just got more vivid, my demons are fucking livid
They screaming, they want me clipping, the being who's unforgiving
And giving back to him, ripping the guts right out of his children
I'm satin but fucking living, I'm ruthless now to envision

Me chopping them up and lining my trunk, I'm filled with vengeance
Stacking the guts, I'm bagging them up, I'm sick of living, scavenging trust
I take it, I must resent the fibbing bitches with lust
They spitting it up, and I ain't with it, spilling my pain

Ain't leaving me drained, its fucking sticking, branded my brain
Demolished the sane, I cannot end it, all in my veins
It's keeping me crazed, I'm bout to rip it, the only shit I'm with
Is my demons, they know I mean and fiending on the brittle

edge of deceased and just barely breathing, I'm never gone leave this scene
And I'm spitting to free the evil inside this wicked cerebral
I'm dying to see some peaceful environment like an eagle
I'm tired and fucking eager, desired to reap the speakers

of stereos while I let them go, freezing up, I'ma keep them cold
Battling till I free my soul
man my mental has cut through, some pain like a chainsaw
Now my brain's wrong, think I'm cursed, going AWOL

I've been running around this space since the blast off
I've advanced up, got my mind on the bag uh
Used to swear that I was sane, now I can't recall a thing
Cause I'm all fucked up in my mental

F*ck a busta, I'm the don, of these demons in my mind
Sick and wicked all the time in my mental
In my mental, in my mental
Fucked up thinking, got me trapped in my mental

In my mental, in my mental
Had a pistol to my head, I was seven
Fucking bitch move, I'ma end you, reprimand you
For the shit that I've been through, I resent you

I'ma stand true to my damned roots
For the bag, for the stash, for the cash too

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer