all in my head
Quarter on the loose
Loose Quarter
Few questions I ask myself
Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?
Maybe it wouldn’t had started at all if I had your life
Maybe it was needed, or was I thinkin' immorally?
If I wasn’t myself, could I say I gave the fans all of me?
Can’t decide if I’m more ashamed of what they saw of me
Than I am of ignorin' all the lessons that was taught to me
Headed up field but couldn’t dodge the last tackler
How could a forward thinker move so ass-backwards?
How could a dude with no regrets at all, willin' to bet it all
Not realize that quicker demise? How could I neglect it all?
I’m so seasonal, some of y'all knew I'd spring back
With a heart this cold, how'd y'all think I’d be receptive to fall?
I’m plenty comfortable when danger’s around
And even more so when strangers around
And the bigger picture is sicker
Don't know my triggers or know the alarm it forces
Don't know a nigga
Don't know my bouts with drugs and liquor or the harm it causes
Life or death, I tried to lynch myself
Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself
But really, the folk that loved me, they could tell I was locin'
I couldn’t see him cry me a river 'cause it fell in the ocean
Numb to my words now, maybe felt I was open
I cut so many people loose, do I need help with devotion?
That’s just some of the things I ask my Lord and Savior
And when He calls for me, will He have done us all a favor?
How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I’m not seein' it clear
Is it my fault?
It’s all in my head
I’m lookin' around like this can’t be happenin'
Round of applause for the angry rappers
Lord, my girl cried me a flood, then me a river
That’s love, dependin' on me when I’m independent on liquor
I’m up in the shoe store, she got no love to show
You ever look at a bitch you was fuckin' behind your bitch back
Like, "Fuck I was fuckin' you for?!"
I’m an artist so I’m intelligent
I would tell you to do some soul searching
But it’s hangin' up in my closet with your skeleton
It’s gotta be a God's work
Even a diamond gotta be polished first
A quarter's on the loose
And I ain’t been out here gettin' my dollars worth
I had to remove the goggles first
To see through the sippin' Patrón
And fifty phoners for I need to go get me a kidney donor
Guru, Nate Dogg, go ahead blink an eye
Your doctor told me you close, go head drink and die
Buried under the stone where the Patrón fifth sits by
That reads, "Here lies somebody who never wanted to be this guy"
How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I’m not seein' it clear
Is it my fault?
It’s all in my head
They say knowledge is power – great, 'cause every day I learn
As of late been havin' revelations 'bout this hate term
Hate the way they judge me 'til I got the case adjourned
Hated the belly of the beast 'til I became its tapeworm
When I said I’d stop gettin' high, tried to say it stern
Now I’m the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn
They say my brain is off – I say, "How can it be?
If I’m out my mind, how can I be in-sanity?"
The people used to say that I was scared of progress
They don’t know how hard a nigga tried to advance
But I don’t know who’s more to blame
Is it them for really not knowin' me?
Or is it me for never really givin' them a chance?
Get too close, be too big of a threat
Now it’s been little to no time, thinkin' why I ain’t get rid of you yet
Gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see I’m grown
Let all my skeletons out the closet just so I'd never be alone
Since I got trust issues I won’t discuss with you
Besides God, tell me who the fuck’s supposed to save you?
Pop won't have a man-to-man, was gone half my life
So somewhere in his head probably feel it ain't his place to
Plus more people will see me soon
I mean, I’ll be on national TV soon
So when I ask if people I have around are a cancer for me
That’s four million more that might be able to answer for me
How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I’m not seein' it clear
Is it my fault?
It’s all in my head