GPS my demons and irrational thoughts
Stashed in a box, but the bitch found a map now we off
Right around the corner, just tryna find the border
Of my apathy, take advantage of my line of boredom
Sneak in, my defense is afloat
Took the high road on my enemies, no reliving my ghosts
Got me tightroping my empathy, if I seep in then the boat
'Finna take me down to the deep end, don't peep into my growth (Nope)
'Cause I might just retrace all my old ways
Since I can't take the state of this whole thang
Fuck the gas, ya'll gon' pay for the propane
Don't take away my drive or I pave all the road rage
Hold up, lemme stop with the bullshit
'Cause this subconscious is unpolished, already got me a blueprint
To the spirit of my sanity, I read the file and the book
But them red hot demons walking in, you can bet the vibe gettin' fucked
Cuz they can't take the state of this contact
Social distancing gon' break me in combat
If you can't get me a job then just fall back
I give em all the work until I get a fucking call back
Call back, let me in
Call back, let me in
It ain't murder if you operate from self defense
Call back, let me in
Call back, let me in
If you bitches want a war, shit I'm ready the