My brain is a pentagram
But it ain’t Satan we worship
See me as a hologram
Walk right through these churches
Let’s break it down
Turn rapper to surgeon
This life a commercial
They force us to purchase

Death could mean birth
Place me back in that cradle
Would it be too perverse
To grow down and feel stable
Cause I keep growing up
And I feel more unstable
Wish my ma would tuck me in
And read me a fable

Now that I’ve spread these wings
It gon be bitches and queso
Had too much on my plate
Please don’t think I’m ungrateful
So I try to meditate
I’m so high I’m an angel
And when god kicks me out
I’ll come down oh so graceful

I don’t ever wanna come back down
I don’t ever wanna come back down
Never

Reality hits like a jagged sharp mirror
Revealing all my flaws and my sketchy seeming figure
I’ve got the cape of a hero and the eyes of a killer
A glimmer of good but the heart of a sinner