On My Mind Lyrics

No such thing as an imagination, you're the only thing that I'm contemplating

Track star with that relay racing running through my mind as you're tagging bases

Like a deck of spades, you're on reserve to make an escapade just to give your graces

Got me thinking

Got me thinking

What I could've did

What I could've had

What I should've hid

Was it good or bad?

Removing plastic from the plastic pad to unravel you like a travel bag

Nightmares are all I have, and the issues are all I had

Got me sinning

Got me wishing

Lot on my mind like the butterflies that do or die inside my spine

Was it the good times for me to rewind or was it the failed suicide?

Fluent writes what the illiterate says to depict dead skin that we all should shed

It's on my mind, it's just a guess

It's on my mind, I must confess

I turned my back on who I was and didn't compensate for all I lack

Was it the hidden pain, the strain or my dad's stroke and heart attack?

This life ain't what it's cracked up to be

False energy

The epitome

Got me thinking

Got me thinking

I thought about my personal harm

Cuts and bruises on my arm

I wait for the day when I no longer have to succumb to an alarm

Stress has me wound like yarn, palm on palm, looking to the stars

Please

God send me a good luck charm

No such thing as an imagination, you're the only thing that I'm contemplating

Track star with that relay racing running through my mind as you're tagging bases

Like a deck of spades, you're on reserve to make an escapade just to give your graces

Got me thinking

Got me thinking

What I could've did

What I could've had

What I should've hid

Was it good or bad?

Removing plastic from the plastic pad to unravel you like a travel bag

Nightmares are all I have, and the issues are all I had

Got me sinning

Got me wishing

Lot on my mind like the butterflies that do or die inside my spine

Was it the good times for me to rewind or was it the failed suicide?

Fluent writes what the illiterate says to depict dead skin that we all should shed

It's on my mind, it's just a guess

It's on my mind, I must confess

I turned my back on who I was and didn't compensate for all I lack

Was it the hidden pain, the strain or my dad's stroke and heart attack?

This life ain't what it's cracked up to be

False energy

The epitome

Got me thinking

Got me thinking