| I got em' running through the street, street, street, street |
| I think I got em' where I want em' that’s what I say |
| Medicate, suffocate |
| The demons in my brain |
| Wish that you could all just stay up in your lane |
| The demons in my brain |
| Wish that you could all just stay up in your lane |
| Tryna deal with this devotion in a different way |
| In a sea of these emotions I just drift away |
| Broken heart fractured bones tryna fix my face |
| Shattered mind see my thoughts all over the place |
| Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary in the room with no lights on |
| Dead and buried, cemetery, sins and worries playing back like a hype song |
| Helter skelter, body melter, high as delta off the shrooms and the right strong |
| The devil has grip like a python |
| But my soul in the light like a pylon |
| My pen tryna right wrongs everytime I write wrongs, so I could never write wrong |
| When I right songs cause it ain’t ever wrong to be right on |
| Bloody knuckles in the fight I’m the type dog |
| Sweat buckets on the stage when the mic on |
| The way I creep into your mind like a psych ward |
| With these bright ideas like a light bulb |
| One hand on her thigh while I’m flexin |
| One hand on the strap like a scepter |
| Demons speak into my mind it’s inception |
| Voices float through walls like a specter |
| So when I call on God for a blessing |
| He just hits me back with a lesson |
| And I need every piece of the shine |
| Tryna make a spotless mind then fight this possession |
| No question |
| The demons in my brain |
| I wish that you could all just stay up in your lane |
| The demons in my brain |
| I wish that you could all just stay up in your lane |
| The demons in my brain |
| Wish that you could all just stay up in your lane |
| The demons in my brain |
| Wish that you could all just stay up in your lane |
| One hand on the thigh while I’m flexin |
| One hand on the strap like a scepter |
| Demons speak into my mind it’s inception |
| Voices float through walls like a specter |
| So when I call on God for a blessing |
| He just hits me back with a lesson |
| And I need every piece of the shine tryna make a spotless mind then fight this |
| possession |
| No question |