Pretty sure I got a problem

Pretty sure my brain is wired

So I'm never satisfied

Destined for the saddest life

Surrounded by the solemn

Can't enjoy the simple things

Always getting into things

Acting like they deep and you can never hit the bottom

Cant. Wear my Rolex the people out here robbing

Full blown melt down every time my boy is coughing

Worry worry worry it seems its never stopping

Wish I could relax but it doesn't happen often

Pretty sure pretty sure that I got a problem

And to solve it gonna take a whole lot more than talking

Even when I'm up all I think about is flopping

What are all these thoughts how my brain make this concoction

Pretty sure pretty sure pretty sure I've lost it

Everything I feel nowadays is always toxic

Eating through my joy melting happiness it's caustic

I'm exhausted

Rolex robbing

3 year old coughing

I can never stand at ease

Looking up and man just sees the sword belong to Damocles

Damocles

Ain't no guarantees.

X2

Even in the good times I'm thinking about the bad

Anticipating problems that I've never really had

Imaging scenarios

Wondering how far it go

Before I'm in a room and it's covered in a pad

Then I close my eyes everything will fade to black

Every single angle all I see is an attack

Damocles on my head at my neck at the front at the side and obbiously always at my back

Gotta stay ready any moment to react

Ain't tryna be the guy that's just always getting clapped

Is it in my mind am I dealing with the facts?

i heard its not a sword and in fact it is an axe

Aimed at my head

I can't shake this feeling it's staying in my head

I'm laying in bed

Looking at ceiling

Waiting for the demon to play his hand then uI'll break it instead