Mind Stalker (feat. Kris Johnson)

Yo
Yo Kris you hear that?
The fuck
Woo
My subconscious (uh)
Who the fuck is talking (where they at?)
What's inside my head, the back of my shit is knocking
Damn (who there?)
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind, I can't even trust myself
My subconscious (wow)
Who the f*ck is talking (where they at?)
What's inside my head, bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind, I can't even trust myself

Here I go again with the bullshit (what)
My mind always telling me to do shit (aw man)
Beat a nigga ass if he ever talk crazy
In reality I really wouldn't do it
Walk away (i'm gone)
I'm a motherfucking demon in the head
But on the outside I'm an angel (big facts)
All this inside my head got me feeling (oh my God) like a nigga in danger

My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking (where they at?)
What's inside my head, the back of my shit is knocking
Damn (who there?)
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind, I can't even trust myself
My subconscious
Who the f*ck is talking (mm)
What's inside my head, bullets bout to get to sparking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind, I can't even trust myself Khalil

My mind is lost, my feet weak spine is soft
My stride is off, no pep step idle walk
No time to talk, to tick tick tick me off
I'm pissed and pressed, fuck pain kiss the stress
Still blissed and blessed, everything I miss a mess
I hit my next, then fuck around and missed my ex
Aw, got damn I just confessed
I skipped the neck, but you can see the wrist a check
Look I'm a square smoking
Sauce sipping, share holding
Snare flowing
Bass bumping, bare boning
Hair growing
Light pigment, mic ripping
Type niglet
Dogs fighting, Mike Vick it
Damn
I just saw Satan in the rearview, uh
It was my reflection I was scared too, damn
I was on my way to the function
Now I'm on the way to the dungeon of
My subconscious
Who the fuck is talking
What's inside my head, the back of my shit is knocking
Damn
I think I really need some help
Too much, be running across my mind, I can't even trust myself

My subconscious (subconscious)
Who the fuck is talking (where they at?)
What's inside my head, the bullets bout to get to sparking (I hope they don't hit you) damn
I think I really need some help (hope they don't hit you)
Too much, be running across my mind
I can't even trust my, self