I'm still tight with all my demons And if you see them
Would you please not fuck em up?
I still fuck with all my demons
And if I'm dreaming
Would you please not wake me up?
I thought I got knocked out
So I blocked out and I locked out the memories of me passed out
With my pants down and my cock out
Still feeling spacey, Space Cowboy to my Kacey
Give it a Gretzky shot
You know I got less shame than William H. Macy
The topic may seem racy, but I think somebody laced me
Tried to break me, maybe rape me
Probably wanna have my baby
I think the dude had a face like Kevin Spacey
In a house of cards, we fall apart, but I don't let it phase me
Checked my head in with a bag tag, new name? Helena Handbag
Like walking into a party with a backpack
But hold up, lemme backtrack
Days when I was a baby, no control, it all seems hazy
If I told my mom it all went wrong, she'd probably say I'm crazy
Got family traits of an addict, no stick shift, it's automatic
My past was somewhat tragic
And now I need a bad bitch or an actress
Keep some cash under my mattress
In case I get stuck, like in LA traffic
I always go for the win, like the Lakers fuck up the Mavericks
And you can suck all the dicks
I'm all fundamentals, not for the tricks
I'm such a fanatic, got Lebron's schematics in my attic
Got a few bad habits, but I can't bring myself to quit
As we fade to black
My heart attacks
Who the fuck said you could be rapping?
And now that you're older, you feel like it's alright
In a hole with no way out
Lined up like soldiers, all in a row
You need it or you lose
But you still feel so confused