Demons Buggin'

Demons comin' now they buggin' in my mind like Midnight tell my friends I'm fine like Existence hits and it's telling me I'm finite Fine I quit I'm just trying to do my life right Right hook my anxiety puts up a fight I'm shook just trying to find some peace of mind I ain't sleepin' and my mental health is in decline It's been some time since I've harmonized with the Mastermind God have mercy, these voices often block you out Feeling dirty, my worth has been replaced with doubt Vroom vroom, driving in a roundabout See you soon, spin in circles, knock me out I pass out on the pavement Praying the Lord gon' save me I've been stressing 'bout some payments Health bills and the statements Well good thing money don't make me And good thing somebody gon' save me Cause I've been bought by the King Gotta honor the father who embraced me But we're the Demons (Yeah yeah yeah) The voice inside your head (Yeah yeah yeah) You think you're good enough (Yeah yeah yeah) Well think again (Yeah yeah) Well I've been spendin' time cleaning out my closet (Woo) Demons buggin' now they acting all psychotic (Yuh) People judging all my work like man you lost it Music sucks, and you a schmuck, you outta luck just being honest I apologize for the way I hide, for the angry side For my hurt inside, my dirt inside My fuse is fried, on you I snide And then decide to take quick strides to the hillside To put a divide between our lives Cause I'm mortified at the side by side At the you and I, I'm terrified So how come every time I'm making progress in the therapy All attackin' comes the panic, made a mess of me Just boatin' through emotions on an ocean like I'm lost at sea And rowing maybe growing find my flow and let these words be free I won't let the flashbacks bash my grit Or make me quit, or throw a fit I'm outta here, banana split Eating Tic Tac's for a bit, tryin' to cool it Playing with knickknacks trying not to lose it Playing my tracks just hoping I can prove that I can make the voices leave like Move it, move it, move it, move it But we're the Demons (Yeah yeah yeah) The voice inside your head (Yeah yeah yeah) You think you're good enough (Yeah yeah yeah) Well think again (Yeah yeah) They call the symptoms psychosomatic, while I'm acting psycho I know I'm kinda dramatic, don't forget I'm the Maestro My thoughts are fully automatic, kinda graphic I order up the images into a gorgeous cinematic scene Where I become the psychopathic me Now people think I'm crazy Well maybe don't take me so literal, visceral lyrics gon' get 'em all Twist your abdominal region, don't look appalled This is not arguable, this is not optional I'll unleash my arsenal Of unstoppable audibles that'll blow through the obstacles And turn them to particles exposing the troubled soul Who's left in the rubble from all of my syllables You gave me your rebuttals then I spoke and killed 'em all Don't call me crazy