Parking garage

I got demons that you couldn’t even picture in your nightmares
Makin' fuckin mixtures so I fight errors
Night terrors bringing fuckin figures and they right there
I'm staring at the scissors and I might tear my wrist up
I been fucked, recording all these verses and I mix em
The kid runnin from multiples I'm thinking that the six sucks
The roaches gonna crawl out the wood work
I wonder if it could work, hanging up my good shirts
Cause I don’t want the wrinkles like my fingers when I shower
Then I stare at my computer when the stickers gettin louder
Drinking liquor off a downer, really gettin fuckin sour
Sippin quicker by the hour, gettin sicker and i cower
I hide behind the rhymes I designed, ay
I might resign when the light fade
I might’ve cried, want a nice day
Who wanna fight me?
I'm on edge like you holding back
I bought a strap and i’m loading that
I paint the blanks with a focused splat
Break my brain with the boldest snap
Face the pain when the dose is back
I keep makin tapes I know I won’t drop
I keep fuckin breakin and I know it won’t stop
Finish a project by the afternoon
But it’s hard to stay focused when the voices comin after you
I'm passive, I'm an asshole, I been rappin
I forgot why
I'm chopped, fried, and any other synonyms describin that you got high
Cause honestly i’m sparkin a lot
It smells like a parking garage
I think that it’s the trash scent, thinkin bout the past tense
I was crying to swimming
Tryna be swimming out the pit I'm in
And picking up the dividends
I been a bitch
I'm sick of this
I been a bit overwhelmed