All I need is my Chuck's and a Bible
And something to write with
And it's smooth sailing
Good luck getting famous
It's tough and it's dangerous
But as soon as I made that first song, then you brought my name up
Better back up, cause these thoughts are dangerous
I'm blanked up, poor kid thought he could paint love
That ain't something you could make with a paintbrush
You're caked up, and that's the only thing that counts
Promise I took over the moment you blacked out
Looking up when I was younger, jealous of the people blowing up
But look at me, I'm a part of the pack now
But I do it for the person who died for us
A lot of people giving their life for it
But not me
I'm gone live my life for Him
And I'm gonna try glorifying God through all of my dreams
I don't care if you're getting inside my head
I don't care if it takes too long to write this
I'm gone stay focused on my motives
No controlling me, homie, it's my ship
Let me give you a little bit go insight
When's the last time you stayed up till midnight
You say that you work too hard on the music
But you don't stay up like you could
You know this, right
I've been feeling nauseous
You will not get in my head no longer, I got this
God is guiding me through the process
I mean, look at all we've accomplished
That kind of stuff just doesn't happen naturally
Killing the game, I'm sorry for the casualties
Behind the beat, it's a beef with the mask and me
Peek at the dream when these peeps keep on asking me
"Please do not leave" when they see me do average things
Peacefully creeping my way to the masterpiece
Seeing the dream, yeah I peak when I'm half asleep
Actually having a blast what is happening, ooh
Got a little over my head there
I'm sorry, this is probably something you can't bear
Look at all the things you can do
When you aren't consumed by this stupid mask
Where do I go from here
Feels like a dead end but the road is clear
Yeah I hold this pen like it's oh so dear
But there's dust on my Bible, I'm hopeless, yeah
I wish I sounded like Twenty-One Pilots
I wish I sounded like Judah and the Lion
I wish I sounded like Nightly or AJR
I don't know, maybe thats the mask talking I guess
I don't like my music, I don't like me
I don't want anyone to idolize me
Get out of my head, get out of my head
Psychopath, psychopath, I cannot breath
I've learned not to trust myself
And I hate how I talk, so I hush myself
And I stay quiet thinking that it just might help
I don't want to be judged, I will judge myself
Now you've gone too far little mask face
"Am I getting in your head?" Is that a catch phrase
Pretty clever, I'll admit
Yeah, you're a lyricist
But if that's all you got, you're in a bad place
Take that mask off I cannot breath
Break my back, dawg, why you so mean
Guess I'm getting in your head this time
Don't control me if you don't know me
Part two, feels a little better this time
Aren't you getting familiar with this guy
All my insecurities are disguised
Oh my, I would hate to be on your side
Calm down, you've been telling me to calm down
Not now, because I'm finally on top now
I win, yeah no kidding I already hear the sirens
I'm not sorry for the violence
You said you need a pad and a pen
You didn't even mention faith in God
What's this persona you're putting on
It's too dark for me
Without faith, I'm lost
I don't understand why you don't understand
What are you hiding, bro, why are you mumbling
You try to control me and what I write
But whenever I show up, it's a highlight
All you talk about is your arrival
Same body, but I feel like I'm your rival
Guess we're going back and forth giving our opinions
So I took my turn, now it's yours, Untitled