Cycle

[Intro]

There’s a tiny office building in your head

Filled with many busy executives

Who make all your decisions for you

Each executive has a monkey demon on his back

Who makes him work hard and each demon has another demon on his back

And those demons have demons (Demons, demons)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I bet they love me when I’m dead and gone

Yeah, and everybody’s gonna sing me songs

See, I’ve been trying to get along

But don’t nobody know my name

And I’ve been sick of playing around with all these fucking games

And way before I lost my mind and got my wrist tatted

It sounded great when no one knew me and I didn’t matter

I didn’t care about the music, I just hated how I felt

And so I did all of the drugs trying to find myself

Homie, yes, I be spitting this from the bedroom floor

When no one thought I'd be anything better than a pilled out poet

Owned it from the ground up

Started writing down some—

Things that I was feeling