Hands are f*ckin freezin' cold
As I'm tryna pack this bowl
F*ck, I really should know
That these thoughts aren't real
But it's so hard to deal
When life feels surreal
And I'm in a constant feel
Of being watched, bein' stalked
Can't go for a f*ckin walk
Around my block, thinkin' they
Are tryna stalk, but why
Can't explain, I'm deranged
I'm quite okay
I'm not okay
Lobotomize my brain
I love the pain
Hearing voices in the rain
Think they're poisoning my grains
No it's not just in my brain
No I'm not f*cking insane
Stimulant psychosis soon approaching
Can't tell if my eyes are even open
Loadin' up another bowl
Cause I'm f*ckin uncomfortable
I think I'm in the Truman Show
Ready, set, and f*cking go
Snortin' lines and lines of blow
Never ever will I slow
Am I okay? That's a no
Shot of this fent
Make me say woah
But it's gettin' old