Lyrics: Durante Armand Berardinelli
Music: Donte
I be stuck up in my head sometimes
To feel like I'm in my prime
Flashes of the darkest places of my mind
And I'm sick of all these films they play on Rewind
Done with the pain, pills to the brain
Tired of these games, set fire to the flames
With steady aim as I blow out my brain
Ten shots in the clip rather spill from my veins
Swerving in the lanes, paranoia like a train
When I die God cry's Make it pour, make it Rain
Demons try to pry at my pain to make gain
My head swang when I hang from my chain
Blood stains tryna hide the remains from the plains of the earth
Deep down where I Remain
Tryna look for the future, but the past in the way
The present I'll stay where my voices Lay