mental disorder

i was searchin in the dark of my brain for a bar getting drunk of the art realigning the stars whole crew red n blue spinnin booths Kent Klark pullin strings like guitars sellin dem parts check it out put the bitch in da cart gas me up dont start or ill put it in park fill you up with a diet of carbs light you up leave you in dark FIN you like shark for reachin too far im a slave to these bars so i pick my brain apart call it art rearrange it till im smart makin hits tryna leave a mark while dodging leeches that bite hard now im fillin up the car with bitches and diamond stars used to be a ghostwriter riding through the night with my head on fire till i became a pariah startin shit playin with lighters till i started shinin brighter now my style lookin like it designer now you playin with fire