Yo
Yo Kris you hear that
The f*ck
Whoo
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
Bullets bout to get to sparking
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
Here I go again with the bullshit
My mind always telling me to do shit
Beat a nigga ass if he ever talk crazy
In reality I really wouldn't do it
Walk away
I'm a motherf*cking demon in the head
But on the outside I'm an angel
Big facts
All this inside my head got me feeling like a nigga in danger
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
Bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself, Khalil
My mind is lost
My feet weak spine is soft
My stride is off
No pep step idle walk
No time to talk
To tick tick tick me off
I'm pissed and pressed
F*ck pain kiss the stress
Still blissed and blessed
Everything I miss a mess
I hit my next
Then f*ck around and missed my ex
Aw, got damn I just confessed
I skipped the neck
But you can see the wrist a check
Look I'm a square smoking
Sauce sipping
Share holding
Snare flowing
Bass bumping
Bare boning
Hair growing
Light pigment
Mic ripping
Type niglet
Dogs fighting
Mic Vick it, damn
I just saw Satan in the rearview, uh
It was my reflection I was scared too, damn
I was on my way to the function
Now I'm on the way to the dungeon of
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust my, self
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Yo
Yo Kris you hear that
The f*ck
Whoo
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
Bullets bout to get to sparking
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
Here I go again with the bullshit
My mind always telling me to do shit
Beat a nigga ass if he ever talk crazy
In reality I really wouldn't do it
Walk away
I'm a motherf*cking demon in the head
But on the outside I'm an angel
Big facts
All this inside my head got me feeling like a nigga in danger
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
Bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself, Khalil
My mind is lost
My feet weak spine is soft
My stride is off
No pep step idle walk
No time to talk
To tick tick tick me off
I'm pissed and pressed
F*ck pain kiss the stress
Still blissed and blessed
Everything I miss a mess
I hit my next
Then f*ck around and missed my ex
Aw, got damn I just confessed
I skipped the neck
But you can see the wrist a check
Look I'm a square smoking
Sauce sipping
Share holding
Snare flowing
Bass bumping
Bare boning
Hair growing
Light pigment
Mic ripping
Type niglet
Dogs fighting
Mic Vick it, damn
I just saw Satan in the rearview, uh
It was my reflection I was scared too, damn
I was on my way to the function
Now I'm on the way to the dungeon of
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust my, self
Yo Kris you hear that
The f*ck
Whoo
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
Bullets bout to get to sparking
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
Here I go again with the bullshit
My mind always telling me to do shit
Beat a nigga ass if he ever talk crazy
In reality I really wouldn't do it
Walk away
I'm a motherf*cking demon in the head
But on the outside I'm an angel
Big facts
All this inside my head got me feeling like a nigga in danger
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
Bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself, Khalil
My mind is lost
My feet weak spine is soft
My stride is off
No pep step idle walk
No time to talk
To tick tick tick me off
I'm pissed and pressed
F*ck pain kiss the stress
Still blissed and blessed
Everything I miss a mess
I hit my next
Then f*ck around and missed my ex
Aw, got damn I just confessed
I skipped the neck
But you can see the wrist a check
Look I'm a square smoking
Sauce sipping
Share holding
Snare flowing
Bass bumping
Bare boning
Hair growing
Light pigment
Mic ripping
Type niglet
Dogs fighting
Mic Vick it, damn
I just saw Satan in the rearview, uh
It was my reflection I was scared too, damn
I was on my way to the function
Now I'm on the way to the dungeon of
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking
What's inside my head
The bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust my, self
Writer: Khalil Johnson, LaVal Carmel
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid