iDEALS

Yeah A pen and a pad I write down my soul Can't tell no one Can't tell the bros Can't tell myself Can't tell a hoe No No No Maybe I need therapy Tell me why they scared of me Tell where my enemies Most posing as friends of me Maybe I'm just paranoid PTSD on steroids People like me I see terror boy People like is terrified Y.T. terrorize Why we, villified How does that coincide We should just go and slide Couple nines, and a AK I think it's a good day To roll up on policeman Gone head let the k spray I don't know if that's good ideals I'm just saying that's how I feel I'm just rolling with one wheel Still.