MENTAL
TRP
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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
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