iCue - Thoughts Inside Lyrics

You want a trip inside my life, well let me take you there
I'm fightin demons, steady screamin, see this evil glare
These evil people will deceive me, they don't even care
They battered on my mind last year, I think I'm broke beyond repair
By my appearance you would think that I'm a beast
Ain't showered in three days. I haven't shaved in f*ckin weeks
In a month I'm outta luck and I'll be sleepin on the streets
My life is all f*cked up, but hear the passion when I speak
Compassion in defeat, but I ain't givin up
Try to be a better person but my tryin ain't enough
Try to put the homies on but just promotin me is tough
Cuz I can lift the homies up but we can't pay the bills with love
It's all love though, I thank you all kindly
I never woulda guessed that you'd be standin right behind me
If iCue lose himself one day, I pray you do remind me
Cuz nothin quite the same as when the stage lights blind me

I itch, I ache. My body craves to be up on the stage
I grip the mic because the music make me feel no pain
But when the sun come up, then everybody goes away
And all I'm left with is the thoughts inside my f*ckin brain

You wanna step inside my brain, you wouldn't last a day
It's a catastrophe, someone take the past away
Devil pass me Xanax just to numb the constant passin waves
I'm on a one way, going the wrong way in an escalade
Look at the mess I've made. I'm the only one to blame
Am I the only motherf*cker looks back at himself ashamed
Am I the only one who's standin in the pourin rain
Do it all the same? I swear I'd never stoop so low again
I need that novocaine, numb me till the sun come up
Pain won't go away though, it's the only thing that never does
I crave the stage, and that's when angels come and show me love
Every other hour I feel I'm trapped inside the devil's clutch
Devil playin double dutch, double up what's in my cup
Double up the trouble, screams are muffled by my pumpin subs
Pump em till my drums erupt, I ain't gonna get the door
I ain't getting up, just leave me layin on this kitchen floor

I itch, I ache. My body craves to be up on the stage
I grip the mic because the music make me feel no pain
But when the sun come up, then everybody goes away
And all I'm left with is the thoughts inside my f*ckin brain