marlboro madness ft. Artski Lyrics

He's off on a pill!

He's in need of a drink

He's really in need of therapy sessions

Even though he done killed all of his shrinks

He hasn't been well

Don't what is real

He fusses and bites

And picked up a mic

Like that on a beat he was mentally ill

He mentally kills a bitch

Just for the thrill of it

Sinkin' a knife into all her flaws

No hesitation

He stabs and she takes it

Grab onto the hilt, break it off on her jaw

He waits for applause

From all his demons

But they know he just isn't givin' his all

They laugh and they call

Him names and they crawl

Inside of his brain and he feels himself fall

They tell him

"Boy, you are a mess

Take off the shirt

And put on a vest

You think that you Midas

Boy, you are a minus

Remember, that you are not livin'

Just hardly surviving"

I think that it's kind

That you're here, you were always invited

Inside of my chaotic mind

Evidently, I think I'm excited

I'm like dynamite

Not surprised, that I would be ignited

Hmm, I do find it odd

That all of these demons are all that I got

I wonder if angels are in me and not

All fuckin' dead from the hell that they've wrought

Now doubts runnin' through

The stress will ensue

My girls fuckin' scared

She's leaving me too

I just wanna win

I don't wanna lose

Hey, take a cig

Don't mind if I do

Brah, you good?

Oh, nah take it easy

Sorry for layin' all that on you bro

I haven't had a cigarette in hours, man

You know how it is

Yeah, yeah

Hey, really?

Tell me what you got on your mind right now, bruh

I'm listenin'

Bruh

A lot

You know how it is

I'm so fucking sick

(Sick of what?!)

Of feeling this rage

Rumbling inside of my brain

(Like what?!)

Like it's stuck in a cage

The hell that its brewing

Blood-hungry, drooling

Scared that one day, I'll snap

And bodies start falling

I've been alone, Sanity gone

Are ya'll fucking happy?

Look what you've done

All that mental abuse

Fuck you and your therapy, there is no use!

Breathe and squeeze the trigger

Till the weight on my shoulder-relieved

All this stress and depression

Your torment-obsession

My demons, they got me, no therapy sessions

Zack's off the pill

I'm a train off the rail

All these voices inside me

They tell me to kill

But I keep it suppressed

Regardless of how badly I'm pressed

This psychotic state burns in me

Leaving weight on my chest

Its a war between me and myself

High steak beef

Yeah, top of the shelf

I'm eating it all and chaos my chef

Ain't got no help cuz my angel is death

Bruh, you know what I mean

My young self stay wishing this was all just a dream

Can't mask this shit up by chasing that cream

Distractions don't work

It just seems to get worse!

Wooh! Killaaahh!

Smoke out a pack Before dinnah

Holes on the wall needa fillah

Cried out for help, no one heah

Aminé did this flow better

If suicide comes, it's Beretta

What the fuck is wrong with us bro?

Anyways, I gotta go

Peace out, I'll see you later?

Ight, deuce man

Been good talkin' to you