Truth

Sometimes I feel like I'm a God
This gone make your fucking head nod
I want to shoot myself a couple times to see if I would die
I'm a lost cause that you all see as a fraud
So applaud, as I chop it like a samurai
Stuck between I'm fine and I want a knife
Not your type, sigh, I can make what I decide
I cannot tell how I'm feeling
You cannot tell that whether not I have a ceiling
So high
Potential through the sky
What a waste it's used on that guy
Tell the truth
What I feel bout how I do
Why I feel like I'm superior but on the flip side under you
Who I'm talking to
How I'm perceived as a troubled youth
I see myself as multiple people, 'pending on the mood
Some of them need help
Some of them are cool
Some will make you move away then contemplate the lyrics I spit in the stu
AKA my room
In the month of June when you can see the doom
Next time you talk to me think about which one you're talking to

Duplicate
When I'm feeling out my mental state
Which one you hate?
And which one make you relate?
Stay away, while I switch and take back what I say
Make you stay
Come on, only one of my egos a proper basket case
I was playing
I'm not that insane
Only kinda vain
Feel no pain
'Less you want me to cause that can be arranged
Can't explain
Trust me, I don't need to be detained
How long can I sustain the act I'm holding in my brain, bitch