I’m writing my inner monologue I’m flipping the script You’re on my shit list Imma spit on you bitches real quick You ain’t got nothing to say Weak minded individuals Murderous thoughts alway feel like I gotta arm up mentally I’m breaking down Breaking apart What was and what is I don’t wanna live in the past anymore Crippled by my addiction Addictive thoughts crippling me My dick don’t wanna work anymore Numb to the brink Murderous thoughts always feel like I gotta arm up mentally x4