I'm Insane
Time pasted
Thoughts cover my head
Like a black mask
Robbin' all my sanity
Ashes
Burn the casket
Hit the gas and
I ain't actin'
I'm
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Numbin' all of the voices up inside my body
Uhh
Speakin' to myself
Yeah we'll call it autopsy
Uhh
I'm Insane but my baby still love me
Yuh
Grew some horns
But his still angels got me up
Middle fingers up
If the devil is hungry
Cross round my neck still I know he can haunt me
Sayin' take a pill you'll feel better promise
If I take this bar
Won't wake up till the comin'
I'm in the slick sliver Beamer
Windows tinted jet black
Mmm
Brother and his shawty
And I'm slumped in the back
Mmm
Rolls Royce dreams
Yea I'm sittin' on that
Uhh
Syrup in the gut
Homie he sippin' on yack
Uhh
Am I wrong sinful like Jack
Ohh
Sparrow with the sword
Steady cuttin' for facts though
No gang bang
But trigger still claps though
Bright lights hum
And we steppin' on gas now
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Chuggin' down a bottle
Fuckin' why do I feel shit
Losin' all of self in the dark am I foolish
Well
Demons workin' off duty
Left hangin' on the ledge
And my sins will abuse me
Hell
Trippin' on love again
Drugs again
Ohh
Feelin' so high again
Mind against soul
Truly Judy
Jiggin' the Boozie
Actin' a fool
Rockin' a Rollie
Sippin' the forty
Tuckin' a tool
Scared of the opps
Lappin' the block
Grabbin' the jewels
Hennesy wins
Envy again
The cycle renews
Ohh
Nobody will let this shit go
Get back is the only way they know
It's Hard to see the line in snow
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Thoughts cover my head
Like a black mask
Robbin' all my sanity
Ashes
Burn the casket
Hit the gas and
I ain't actin'
I'm
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Numbin' all of the voices up inside my body
Uhh
Speakin' to myself
Yeah we'll call it autopsy
Uhh
I'm Insane but my baby still love me
Yuh
Grew some horns
But his still angels got me up
Middle fingers up
If the devil is hungry
Cross round my neck still I know he can haunt me
Sayin' take a pill you'll feel better promise
If I take this bar
Won't wake up till the comin'
I'm in the slick sliver Beamer
Windows tinted jet black
Mmm
Brother and his shawty
And I'm slumped in the back
Mmm
Rolls Royce dreams
Yea I'm sittin' on that
Uhh
Syrup in the gut
Homie he sippin' on yack
Uhh
Am I wrong sinful like Jack
Ohh
Sparrow with the sword
Steady cuttin' for facts though
No gang bang
But trigger still claps though
Bright lights hum
And we steppin' on gas now
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Chuggin' down a bottle
Fuckin' why do I feel shit
Losin' all of self in the dark am I foolish
Well
Demons workin' off duty
Left hangin' on the ledge
And my sins will abuse me
Hell
Trippin' on love again
Drugs again
Ohh
Feelin' so high again
Mind against soul
Truly Judy
Jiggin' the Boozie
Actin' a fool
Rockin' a Rollie
Sippin' the forty
Tuckin' a tool
Scared of the opps
Lappin' the block
Grabbin' the jewels
Hennesy wins
Envy again
The cycle renews
Ohh
Nobody will let this shit go
Get back is the only way they know
It's Hard to see the line in snow
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Speedin'
Fuck yeah with it I'm livin'
Driftin' past all heathens
I make bad decisions
Yeah
I'm trippin'
Fuck all of your reasons
Prayin' heaven helps me
God why do I feel this
Credits
Writer(s): James Booker Iii
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