All In My Head (feat. Royce da 5'9)

Quarter on the loose

A Loose Quarter

Few questions I ask myself

Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?

Maybe it wouldn’t had started at all if I had your life

Maybe it was needed or I was thinking immorally

If I wasn’t myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?

Can’t decide if I’m more ashamed of what they saw of me

Than I am of ignoring all the lessons that was taught to me

Headed up field but couldn’t dodge the last tackler

How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards?

How could a dude with no regrets at all, willing to bet it all

Not realize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all?

I’m so seasonal, some of yall knew I'd spring back

With a heart this cold, how’d yall think I’d be receptive to fall

I’m plenty comfortable when danger’s around

And even more so when strangers around

And the bigger picture is sicker, don't know my triggers or know the alarm it forces

Don't know a nigga, don't know my bouts with drugs and liquor or the harm it causes

Life or death? I tried to lynch myself

Thought I could keep it all a secret, I convinced myself

But really, the folk that loved me, they could tell I was locin'

I couldn’t see him, cry me a river cause it fell in the ocean

Numb to my words now, maybe felt I was open

I cut so many people loose too, I need help with devotion

That’s just some of the things I ask my Lord and Savior

And when He calls for me, will He have done us all a favor?

How did I make it here?

Who are yall?

I feel so lost

Now I’m not seeing it clear

Is it my fault?

It’s all in my head

I’m looking around like this can’t be happening

Round of applause for the angry rappers

Lord, my girl cried me a flood than me a river

That’s love, depending on me when I’m a dependent on liquor

I’m up in the shoe store, she got no love to show

You ever look at a bitch who was fucking behind your bitch back

Like fuck I was fuckin you for?

I’m an artist so I’m intelligent

I would tell you to do some soul searching

But it’s hanging up in my closet with your skeleton

It’s gotta be a God's work, even a diamond gotta be polished first

A quarter's on the loose and I ain’t been out here getting my dollars’ worth

I had to remove the goggles first

To see through the sipping Patrón and __?__ before I need to go get me a kidney donor

Guru, Nate Dogg, go ahead blink a eye

Your doctor told me you close, go ahead drink and die

Buried under the stone where the Patrón fifth sits by

That reads "Here lies somebody who never wanted to be this guy"

They say knowledge is power, great cause every day I learn

As of late been having revelations bout this hate term

Hate the way they judge me, till I got the case adjourned

Hated the belly of the beast till I became its tapeworm

When I said I’d stop getting high, tried to say it stern

Though I’m the type to walk through the fire to check the way it burn

They say my brain is off, I say how can it be?

If I’m out my mind how can I be in-sanity?

The people used to say that I was scared of progress

They don’t know how hard a nigga tried to advance

But I don’t know who’s more to blame, is it them for really not knowing me

Or is it me for never really giving them a chance?

Get too close, be too big of a threat

Now it’s been little than no time, thinking why I ain’t get rid of you yet

Gotta recognize my maturity, gotta see I’m grown

Let all my skeletons out the closet just so I'd never be alone

Since I got trust issues I won’t discuss with you

Besides God tell me who the fuck’s supposed to save you

Pop won't have a man to man, was gone half my life so

Somewhere in his head probably feel it ain't his place too

Plus more people will see me soon, I mean I’ll be on national TV soon

So when I ask if people I have around are cancer for me

That’s 4 million more that might be able to answer for me