People think that it’s simple

It ain’t really that simple

Too much stress on my temple

Demons haunt me in my mental

People think that it’s simple, oh

It ain’t really that simple

Too much stress on my temple, no

Demons haunt me in my mental, oh

Wake up in the morning

Tired of sitting in mourning, oh

I ain’t tryna be corny, but

Things ain’t work out that well, oh

Tired of sitting in the flames in hell, oh

Might tap out might ring the bell, oh

Waiting for some backup

Some help to come, oh

For now I’ll run, oh

For now I’ll run, oh

Waiting for some backup

Hoping for some backup

People think that it’s simple

It ain’t really that simple

Too much stress on my temple

Demons haunt me in my mental

People think that it’s simple

It ain’t really that simple, no

Too much stress on my temple, oh

Demons haunt me in my mental, no

Ain’t really that simple

Imma pop him like a pimple

It ain’t that simple

She look cute with her dimple

I know that I’m fallin’

But I’ll always be ballin’

It may sound like I’m stallin’

Why your main bro stalkin’?

Always leave me in the dark

Said we’d never part

Reignite our spark

Thrown away like a dart

In the evening

Yeah, I’m grieving

And you’re leaving

While I’m pleading

I wanna go back to our first greeting

Now I put a

noose on my ceiling

Cause I’m scheming

My flow keeps creaking

Left me on the floor bleeding yo

Left me preaching and pleading

Missing our times, oh

Times, oh

People think that it’s simple

It ain’t really that simple (Times, oh)

Too much stress on my temple

Demons haunt me in my mental (Times, oh)

People think that it’s simple

It ain’t really that simple (left me on the floor bleeding yo, while I’m preaching, and pleading…)

Too much stress on my temple

Demons haunt me in my mental (missing our times oh)

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