Talking To Yourself Is Normal

Yeah!
It's Vandal

Drain all the blood out my system
I've been a victim
Dissociating every single part of my vision
I hold a knife to relax
I keep a tongue on my tab
Got you on your toes looking
Like I'm holding it back

Think I'm made for this shit
Wrote every page to this shit
Ima turn it all around and make a label my bitch
I'd do everything again if I ain't paid for it
I just flex my inhibition like
Fuck being Rich

Tell me if you need anything
What does that even mean?
Excuse me if I'm making a scene
None ya listening
Out here manifesting the dream
Hate feel like a pest in my being

How you committing fraud but call that wealth?
How you create a son and raise him up worse than yourself?
I ain't talking enough to myself

Turns out I'm alone now
Guess I took too long to write a song and find my own sound
My shit been so crazy I ain't know what to highlight
Replace all the healing in my body with a new vice

I'm really proud of this man

Fire up all my ambitions
I ain't no victim
Quit the bitchin
Gotta grow before we take down the system

I had my time to relax
Build up a plan to attack
Hope God protect me before I end up with a knife in my back

Walls shifting
Mind Tripping
Eyes Dripping
Heart kickin
Dead but my soul breathing
Toke HPPD
This is my 808 therapy

I got me a lesson
The matter is pressing
Protecting my blessings
Deploy my defenses
I'm building my essence
And killing depression
I don't need a message
I'm one with his presence
The devil be messin
I know the direction

I'm tired of rappers who lost in the flexin
You got a collection
Go get you protection
You think you gon tempt me
I think I might like it
You come bearing fruit
I ain't never gon bite it
My mindset go write it
And print it and bind it
Tonight ima I sign it
I might let you buy it
I might get excited
I might just deny it
I might just rewrite it
If it ain't a glory to him in the highest

Don't reason with me cus I bet you I'm biased
Never gon sign with the killers and liars
Sheep dog at heart
I'll never retire
Dripped to the 9s
I know the attire
She dress me for battle
I think I'ma fire
Shoot from the hip
I just wanna get higher
I just wanna get higher

This me holding back
Go Bring up the mask
Go bring out the task
Go Bring up the mask

This me holding back
This me holding back
This me holding back

Tell me if you need anything
What does that even mean?
Excuse me if I'm making a scene
None ya listening
Out here manifesting the dream
Hate feel like a pest in my being

I'm my own defense now
No it dont make sense now
I'm my own defense now
Guess it all make sense now

Wake up for battle
I'm really proud of this man



Credits
Writer(s): Michale Van Dalen
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