lyrics:

not much changed
everything the same but it got all rearranged
haven't seen greatness but it's in my range
past got me deranged, weighs on me like chains,  wait, stop 
I don't like actually wastin my time, write my shit in a line, then I send it on the way
live life in my mind in this basement of mine, man I hate the decline but it's felt on the daily

I been sittin dormant, waiting for normalcy
not really sure what to make of this sober me
I never know if these horns or these thorns are adorning me
I just been doing my best and that shit's enough hopefully yah 
thinking it taking a hold of me yah
ion really know who I wanna be yah 
ion really know who I wanna be yah

please don't motherfuckin be afraid of me
I just wanna feel you coming close to me
sorry everybody's gotta wait for me
I ain't fuckin getting how it's supposed to be
haven't been the same since you spoke to me 
one day maybe I'ma know peace, hopefully 
let my guard down, I can hopefully vibe
take everything in what is hopefully stride

til it comes we can just go for the ride
there's something so right about your pretty eyes
we all been a mufuckin victim of time
it'll come back, what I still keep in my mind
get so lost in the feeling of time fleeting when I'm deep in defeat, I don't mind
really my eyes seeping, please lemme drive, screaming when I see that I'm free just to look at the sky 

I hope you adore me
many years gone and this world still ain't for me
but I gotta circle of real who support me
ain't it revolting how cutting the fake out my life got me lonely
can't even blame em, I wouldn't be holding on out for me either the way shit was going
I can't see evenly, I couldn't tell you who tryna be helping, who fucking me over

fuck an addiction, my demons, prescriptions, which really was closer
the only real reason I'm even breathing cause that shit set me free when I needed it most
stuck in that thinking, like maybe that belt could see me fuckin leaving, that shit was misleading
shut off those thoughts ion need em, made it at last, should I not feel some freedom

but nothing's been different
too many therapy sessions and fuckin prescriptions I'm manic depressive
ain't any helping I can't seem to find anything but the fact that I'm fuckin remaining alive
tears on my face, fuckin hate when I cry 
wanting to pray to a god cause I just want somebody to fucking forgive me
 
I'm tired of begging for grace but I realize sometimes I need to
tryna break out of my shell but I hate feeling naked and see through
tryna move forward, I ain't get no redo
why do I do this to people I need most
still stuck inside of a deep hole, I don't know what's really me though
think I still walk purely cause of my ego
shit never lethal, I ain't letting me go

MEMOIRS OF A FRIED MIND, PT. II

know won.