Asylum
Young psycho
Sipping on the nyquil
Get on all fours I command like the bible
I know, I am not your type though
You don't got the energy, never questioned why though
This is not a silo
This is my asylum
Breaking free of all the negativity behind him
Feeling like the crack in the glass, need a mask for the gas
That they dropping in my city like it's world war 3
World war, he
Feeling like you P I E
3 piece, bee
Floating like my name Ali
See I sting, heat I breathe
My whole squad got JUICE like P A C
Hold up
I'm the light in the dark of the park so your dog bark
Looking at me like you never seen an allstar
Onstar, tell em I ain't ever need directions
I done turned all my lessons into motherfucking blessings you dig
Bottom of a bottle trynna numb my brain
Got a house full of models, swisher sweets, and cocaine
Didn't start from the bottom but I still know pain
Trynna run from my problems, I put ice in my veins
No, said this life is no game
I can't sit in silence cause I might go insane
Voices in my brain telling me I'm to blame
I know how to end it cut myself out the frame
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
On 3 man I'll blow my brains out
I've been cruising through my town trynna figure things out
Doing everything I can trynna stick and stand out
I ain't asking for directions or sticking my hands out
No
Young schizo
Phrenic at the disco
Manic in mind, panic at times
Oh Limbo
They used to laugh at you, mock, and turn you a skit though
Now you eating like you dining at a bistro
Bottom of the barrel, where my forehead lay
I done been there at the bottom it's a dark dark place
If I'm gripping on the trigger then it's aiming at my dome
One boom of the chrome and I'll see my brains go
You ain't really fucking with a "They" "She" or "He is"
Fuck these other lames they don't get it you a genius
All denim armor match the camo on my jeans bitch
Soldier with the pen, chin up then I ink bitch
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
Sipping on the nyquil
Get on all fours I command like the bible
I know, I am not your type though
You don't got the energy, never questioned why though
This is not a silo
This is my asylum
Breaking free of all the negativity behind him
Feeling like the crack in the glass, need a mask for the gas
That they dropping in my city like it's world war 3
World war, he
Feeling like you P I E
3 piece, bee
Floating like my name Ali
See I sting, heat I breathe
My whole squad got JUICE like P A C
Hold up
I'm the light in the dark of the park so your dog bark
Looking at me like you never seen an allstar
Onstar, tell em I ain't ever need directions
I done turned all my lessons into motherfucking blessings you dig
Bottom of a bottle trynna numb my brain
Got a house full of models, swisher sweets, and cocaine
Didn't start from the bottom but I still know pain
Trynna run from my problems, I put ice in my veins
No, said this life is no game
I can't sit in silence cause I might go insane
Voices in my brain telling me I'm to blame
I know how to end it cut myself out the frame
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
On 3 man I'll blow my brains out
I've been cruising through my town trynna figure things out
Doing everything I can trynna stick and stand out
I ain't asking for directions or sticking my hands out
No
Young schizo
Phrenic at the disco
Manic in mind, panic at times
Oh Limbo
They used to laugh at you, mock, and turn you a skit though
Now you eating like you dining at a bistro
Bottom of the barrel, where my forehead lay
I done been there at the bottom it's a dark dark place
If I'm gripping on the trigger then it's aiming at my dome
One boom of the chrome and I'll see my brains go
You ain't really fucking with a "They" "She" or "He is"
Fuck these other lames they don't get it you a genius
All denim armor match the camo on my jeans bitch
Soldier with the pen, chin up then I ink bitch
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
I'm still in love with the narcos
Pray for me I've lost all hope
I'm starting to think I'm insane
On 3 might blow out my brains
Credits
Writer(s): Mekhi Allen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.