Hellbound

When I walk to my desk and I sit right down
I rock in the chair when I'm pissed
'Cause I gotta write down everything that I think
But I gotta make sure this hits
It's a difficult line to walk 'cause what I talk about
Is everything that I've seemed to miss
Or a demon I keep inside of my pen
That is killin' out all of my bliss
When it rains it pours, when I jump, I soar
When I say that I made a mistake
I really mean that I've got a regretful decision
I've made that I wish I could take
Back, but I can't, that's how it goes
I only rap 'cause it eases my soul
If you a demon and comin' my way
Then you stop fuckin' breathin' if this is my day, yeah

I got fuckin' demons in my studio
I got fuckin' demons in my lab
I got fuckin' demons in my headphones
And I got fuckin' demons you don't have

If you got that shit, I'ma pray for you
I'ma stock my clip full of razor, shoot
You in the brain to relieve all the pain for you
Cannot obtain what I aim, entertain the youth
And in an age full of anger and ways to use it
To retain and encase what can break your stupid
Fuckin' brain, if it gets out
I might just give in and check out
Everything I do, everything I said
I do it to suppress the fuckin' dread
Demons more like Satan, bitch
I'm in hell with the way he's arrangin' this
Walk in the lab and I'm flaming
Maybe my vocals, maybe my patience
Maybe the demons I'm letting run free in the booth
Like I will not run out of pages! I know—

I got fuckin' demons in my studio
I got fuckin' demons in my lab
I got fuckin' demons in my headphones
And I got fuckin' demons you don't have

I know you are never gonna hear the end of me
Just fuckin' talkin' like this, I talk and write this
At the same time, my mic is linked with my mind at all times
And I intertwine every thought you think
So when you thinkin' like me, I bet you this
You gonna come right back to the world I made
Where the sky clears up when it's 'bout to rain
Talk to the dark
When I'm supposed to be sleepin' so, god
Gimme a reason to not lay a verse on a beat
To hold on to what I have lost
I'ma keep on goin' with a flock of hits
'Till the bombs drop, causing an apocalypse
And me and CJ close up the shop and fit
Into a grave but that won't even stop ambitions when I say—

I got fuckin' demons in my studio
I got fuckin' demons in my lab
I got fuckin' demons in my headphones
And I got fuckin' demons you don't have

I keep on movin' along as if I am completely intact
I'm in the studio killin' my demons like swingin' at bats
Something is hauntin' me, not like it wasn't already my past
So if I figure it out, lay that shit out in a rap

I got fuckin' demons in my studio
I got fuckin' demons in my lab
I got fuckin' demons in my headphones
And I got fuckin' demons you don't have