#OperationNumb ft. Tati Lyrics

Demons in my head

Said I'm better off dead

I believed em' so the pills I popped em'

If it wasn't for them woulda prolly been dead

Takin' meds to clear my head yeah it showed me other options

The demons in my head

Said I'm better off dead

I believed them so the pills I popped them

If it wasn't for them woulda prolly been dead

Takin' meds to clear my head yeah it showed me other options

Surrounded by fake friends

Lot of niggas envying

It's a lot of shit we did

Ain't no time for regrets

They taught us to stand on that

4000 Block where shit get sticky

Leave bro frozen if he slide here tripping

Growing up I ain't have a dollar

Momma strugglin' to pay the bills

Pops ain't home he off just tryna chill

Saw momma break down and blame me I ain't know how to feel

Lost bro at 13 I was geekin' off the pills

I ain't wanna feel

I did what I did in them apartments

I ain't have no other options

Walkin' on that corner made me a target

And I can't go out like that

He shoot then I'm shooting back

No bed for me I was sleepin' wit the roaches

No bread to eat so everything I had was stolen

It was stolen

Surrounded by fake friends

Lot of niggas envying

It's a lot of shit we did

Ain't no time for regrets

They taught us to stand on that

To stand on that

Demons in my head

Said I'm better off dead

I believed em' so the pills I popped em'

If it wasn't for them woulda prolly been dead

Takin' meds to clear my head yeah it showed me other options

The demons in my head

Said I'm better off dead

I believed em' so the pills I popped em'

If it wasn't for them woulda prolly been dead

Takin' meds to clear my head yeah it showed me other options

I been depressed ever since I left school

Boogies in my head and they tell me what to do

Driving down the street in that busted ass coupe

I might hit that wall just to kill myself too

Back in highschool the teens flourished where I'm at

Unless you were a Mexican a handicap or Black

I don't be friends with niggas they stab you in the back

I don't be friends with bitches I'm getting to attached

She sound like mac and cheese

Why won't you smile for me

I remember hanging my head out the roof

Skating a mile on my way back to school

Now I really don't know don't know what to do

Don't get along with people I can't follow rules

Demons in my head

Said I'm better off dead

I believed em' so the pills I popped em'

If it wasn't for them woulda prolly been dead

Takin' meds to clear my head yeah it showed me other options