Old Chingu - In My Head (feat. Tyler Parker & Future Spence) Lyrics

I am the sleep dealer
Chronic vibe karate master
Or neither
Hangin' with the fiends and ya pastor
Make it nasty
Natural disaster
Offbeat clapping
Complexion like Casper
I been weavin' all these demons, temptation at my door
Or maybe when I'm leaving- I get hit up on my phone yo
Lowest point of life is when I'm backing riding solo
Name is on the death note
Damn
Cancerous conversations ebola
Altering the vibrations hold up
Overdosing sensations, more of
Tearing up seeing Asians rise up-
88rising
Like ooh
Murk another bison
Kung fu
Knuckle to ya jaw Mike Tyson
Finally copped my license
Swoop
Temporary things hold me back from my fame
Humbling where I came
Dragonball Z since the first grade
Next day copped that A grade
Molly, acid, xans, upgrade
Died to myself, update
Jesus brought me back to life aye!

Damn, I'm just tryna make it home
I don't need no more time n*gga I just need a clone
So I can be up at the church and trap house gettin' stoned
So I can be around my people, same time be alone
Technology really bouta swallow me
Telling n*ggas follow me, I'm not even following
Like oh
My my my my
My my my my
My my my my

I'm in a world im my head
I'm in the clouds, the city is dead weight
Passover breaking the bread
Crossing dimensions on Jesus' segway
Sipping a soul like a keg
Sucking my energy
Turn to my enemy
Foreign like entities
They wanna enter me
You not a friend of me
Keep ya distance
Mischief with my mistress
Skeletons got me on hit lists
Come from a city of misfits
Stopping on demons like insects
Grim reaper wanna pull sh*t
Well tell em cut my f****ing chord or cut the bullsh*t
We rule sh*t

Damn, I'm just tryna make it home
I don't need no more time n*gga I just need a clone
So I can be up at the church and trap house gettin' stoned
So I can be around my people, same time be alone
Technology really bouta swallow me
Telling n*ggas follow me, I'm not even following
Like oh
My my my my
My my my my
My my my my