Reality's Fatality (feat. Shruumi & Myles Maestro)

(Reality)

Eating me alive. I had to bite back

Poisoning the lies they feeding me and now my life flashed

Battle all the voices in my head screaming "drive fast"

(Crash, crash)

You're not on the right path

I don't know what's real or fake

Did I take a pill today?

I hope that you feel a way when I own some real estate

You think that I'm still deranged

Wonder what a million changes

Its probably like a billion things

(Stay until the ceiling cave)

Turn your face when I pop my shit, or don't and just tell me what your problem is

You can't take my place in they consciousness

That is all reality, get lost in it

Drowning in a lake with the moccasins

But they found me in a safe with the offering

Need to operate his brain or he'll be off again

Now I got a pound of stank on my ottoman

My depression got me kept at-home; tired

Feeling low as a baritone choir

Growing pains like my bones are on fire

Take the chains off me, let me go higher

My depression got me kept at-home; tired

Feeling low as a baritone choir

Growing pains like my bones are on fire

Take the chains off me, let me go higher

Checkmate. Just caught me slipping

What a huge plate for my smallish figure

But I handle it, or so I thought, til reality just got...

(Powered off)

Its all gone

Thought it was a dream, I think it was a life-flash

Like, am I tripping? Or did I just get my life hacked?

Cite that. Tell 'em I'll be right back

(Whoa)

But now, I'm thinking this is different than before

My purpose in life got me thinking 'bout my goals

If I were to lose it all, who'd help me through it most?

Everything I know is being eaten by a void

Consuming all the light inside my life

It's got me Freud

Questioning reality like "Is there even God?"

And if there is a heaven, do we really have a choice?

My depression got me kept at-home; tired

Feeling low as a baritone choir

Growing pains like my bones are on fire

Take the chains off me, let me go higher

My depression got me kept at-home; tired

Feeling low as a baritone choir

Growing pains like my bones are on fire

Take the chains off me, let me go higher