MOM

I got demons in my head
Ugh
I got demons in my head
Ugh

[Verse 1: Fiction]
I got demons in my head, I'm thinking they want me dead
They keep on getting stronger the longer I lay in bed
I keep on trying to fight em when I write em with the lead
From the pencil, that's a pistol, red flag, blow the whistle
Let me tell ya, it's official, I been swimming in the deep end
Feeling weakened, descent got me less than decent
Straight tweaking
I'm dodging calls now, you know the reason
Alienated, lazy and faded
Lady infatuated, lately I hate it
Shit is making me jaded
Making me take this, lighter to every single bridge
I'm at a point where I really do not give a shit
Self destruction, that's my forte
If you think this fucked this only foreplay
I've cheated death in more than four ways
And I'll find four more before my corpse lays

[Skit: Cali Smooth]
Oh, Jay
I- I think you're a real sweet guy
But I just don't see this working out between us any more (damn)
I'm so sorry

[Verse 2: Fiction]

I always seem to fall for the wrong girl
Or maybe the right girl, but the wrong world
Or maybe the right world, but the wrong time
My weak heart keeps tugging on my strong mind
I love lying, tell my friends I'm beyond fine
That's a feeling I ain't felt in a long time
Probably think I just say it so the song rhymes
But I never ever lie when I'm on lines
I'm trying to be a positive role model
But I'm deep sea diving and I got no goggles
Feel like throwing bottles in a drunken rage
I don't even drink I'm just drunk on rage
Sometimes my heart feels like thunder caged
And I'll be stuck in my bunk for days, in a blunted haze
Wondering, when I'll see the sunny rays
And if my dad's proud of the son he raised
Stunned from the tons of tundra I face
So cold wanna run the gun to my face
I know that's not the way I should face
My woes but my heart and mind are misplaced
Feel like a disgrace, sick of this place
Everything I try shits in my face
Fuck it, let me die if this is my fate
And find some other sucker to fit in my place!

[Skit: Whoozi]

Aye Jay
What's wrong witchu, man?
I've been hearing things, dog
Yo, get back to me, dog, I'm worried

[Verse 3: Fiction]

My homie told me he was worried about my mental health (I am)
I guess I paint a sad picture of my stenciled self
But if it wasn't for my penciling abilities
I surely would succumb to my mental instability
I get loose in the booth to fulfill the need
To release all the things that been killing me
Really, b? Are you feeling me? Are you keeping up?
This only the intro, let me know, it is deep enough?
Are you scared? Did you ever think think that you would see me low?
Rabbit hole, do you wanna come and see how deep it goes?
Creepy flow, positivity is positively
Leaking slow, but if you ask me, man, I'm decent, bro!
Even though, I been feeling dark enough to reap a soul
Shit was so much simpler a week ago, peep the flow
Understand that shit has gotten heavy it ain't sweet no more
I'm sorry for the darkness in my art, but I need it, though!
This is retribution, my religious institution
To purge all my soul's pollution
Love life, hate life, it's so confusing
My birth chart is conflict and so's the music
Back and forth with these rash decisions
You probably think my ass is tripping, you don't have to listen
But if you come and ask for Fiction
I will give you my optimistic masochism

For MOM
I love you, mom
Don't trip
It's all good
It's Fiction, baby!

It's Fiction, baby!