[PART I: Insane]
[Intro]
Ay
I'm going insane again
I'm seeing the image of people who died in my muh'fucking brain again
[Chorus]
Ay, I'm going insane again
I'm seeing the image of people who died in my muh'fucking brain again
My shorty concerned, I picked up the herb to numb all the pain again
Ain't close my eyes, I been losing sleep
Ain't call my doctor in two whole weeks
Ain't made no progress, I know I been tweaking
I'm going insane again
I'm seeing the image of people who died in my muh'fucking brain again
My shorty concerned, I picked up the herb to numb all the pain again
Ain't close my eyes, I been losing sleep
Ain't call my doctor in two whole weeks
Ain't made no progress, I know I been tweaking
[Verse]
I feel like I blame myself
I feel like I drained myself
I don't even feel like I'm me when I speaking
I feel like I changed myself
There be days where the pain get felt
There be days where I aim for help
There be days where the weed don't do shit for me
Those the days I wanna bang myself
I run from the demons that sit on my shoulder, I know for a fact they be chasing me
My intention to lead with the lead on the paper and steadily the dreams of erasing me
My momma keep telling me pray for salvation I know that she constantly pray for me
She got a stronger faith in God, I don't think that God feel the same 'bout me
[Chorus]
Going insane again
I'm seeing the image of people who died in my muh'fucking brain again
My shorty concerned, I picked up the herb to numb all the pain again
Ain't close my eyes, I been losing sleep
Ain't call my doctor in two whole weeks
Ain't made no progress, I know I been tweaking
I'm going insane again
I'm seeing the image of people who died in my muh'fucking brain again
My shorty concerned, I picked up the herb to numb all the pain again
Ain't close my eyes, I been losing sleep
Ain't call my doctor in two whole weeks
Ain't made no progress, I know I been tweaking
[Outro]
I'm going insane again
I'm going insane, I'm going insane, I'm going insane again
I'm going insane, I'm going insane, I'm going insane again
I'm going insane, I'm going insane, I'm going insane again
I'm going insane, I'm going insane, I'm going insane again (going insane again)
[PART II: Staircases]
[Chorus 1]
I prayed that god would save us
But then the other day, my mother learned, my cousin killed himself and I'm wondering why her god betrayed us
[Verse 1]
I hide my face, I'm consumed with rage for the man who made us
I seen my faith tried
On pace to be atheist since Shenae died
I'm staring at these caskets, I've never needed my face dried
The tears don't seem to follow. For years the pain get swallowed
Appearance of a saint, you peer inside and see me hollow and my peers? all look the same as me so clearly there's a motto
You only live once, but we living to see tomorrow
The future brings impending waves of sorrow, can't nobody change us
[Chorus 2]
I prayed that God would save us
But then the other day my mother learned there's nothing more destructive than covering up the couple burns that show we been through hell
In an attempt to rise from these rugged terms
[Verse 2]
How do God pick and choose who survives?
My loved ones meet they fate while they killers still move alive
The hard retaliation of arming myself with hatred in hopes to get my revenge is no different than suicide
How many more times I gotta pray?
How many more times we in this church?
How many more times I got pallbearer the weight of the decease
While my shoulders bear they life through all my work
Shit, everything is good until the good is placed in graves
My faith is based on patience and my patience starting to fade
Momma found her God inside the church
I found my God inside the wave, off a bottle of the clear, we can't be saved
[Outro]
Bro it's hoes in this bitch I know damn well you not in there tweaking over your old ass girl bro
I swear to god and everything I love, shorty literally just came to me like "where yo boy Chris at, he cute as hell." She tryna fuck and you in there tweaking over shorty bro, stop tweaking. Stop tweaking--hold on shorty, hold on, hold on
Aight fuck it, this bitch is tryna fuck me I ain't finna play with you I'm outta here
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