Back from the Dead Lyrics

Quinn, can you hear me?

Please Quinn, I need you

Quinn, wake up

Back from the dead like The Prestige

Took them lexis till I'm geeked

Heard that voice in the back of my head

Guiding me to eternal sleep

Now I'm in a hospital bed

Telling my clone to let me be

My time isn't now so I ain't suffocating (Nah, Nah, Nah)

Zoey needs me to be around so I'm fighting for our future baby

Only father I want on my side is time

Didn't have a Dad who could empathize

I just know I'll be a better man if I stay alive (Yah)

Jeanette in the sky talking to me

Don't take that elevator (Stay)

She was more of a mom to me

And I wish I told her I appreciate her (Damn)

Demons got ahold of me

But I'm the one to choke them out like I'm Darth Vader (True)

I can feel my mind bullying me

And the truth is I hate the way I was my biggest hater (Choose)

Overthinking everything

These drugs ain't got no remedy

I just survived the Sepsis like

That's a documentary

Hours away from death (Uh)

Shaking uncontrollably

These words I never said

Close to organ failure openly

Like ordering a vegan burger

That don't fit in socially (Haha)

The shit they're diagnosing me with

Make me feel like I compete with

David and Goliath on the same team opposing me

Embodying Rocky, getting up over and over again

Just to prove my brain ain't fried like bulgogi

I be Hulk and Hogan, angry on the vocals

Ain't no holding me back

In December, past that challenge

Knowing passcodes to the keypad

To be safe, wrote Stella right before

We conceived the fact I'm gonna be E's Dad

Everyday we hoped and prayed I was

Back from the dead like The Prestige

Can't be stopped when I'm breaking free

IV fluid help me with my demons wrestling

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

I'm not a cemetery's tally

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

I'm not a cemetery's tally

I am

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Like The Prestige

Made my spinal tap look easy

My fam stabbed me in the back my whole life

The conditioning was freaky

Creativity when I was lonely

Was one of the only things that kept me healing

Climbing out of Hell

Me and Heaven got a date, bitch

You hear the wedding bells

I went 777 from the hand I was dealt

No Chicken Little cause I ain't afraid

To make the sky fall away

To get back to my angel, hum Adele

We finna grow old together, no AOL

He think he the man

Cause he hit me without a belt

Like a banker you could tell

He must've been constipated

Cause he's so full of shit

You could give it a little smell

Made a birthday wish I was dead

Every year from thirteen

Fuck the way I felt

Reversing this curse

Promising to put you first

Michael Phelps

Hurry before this coma connects

Like intel

Vyvanse, benadryl, and lexapro all react

Psychosis darker than the shit I write up in the lab

There's a voice in my head named Franklin

Telling me to jump in the pool or drown in the bath

I forgot my own name but the way she looks at me

I know I'll have an impact like a baseball bat

Man enough to say she's my hero

So scream Hell Yeah! when I make it

Back from the dead like The Prestige

Can't be stopped when I'm breaking free

IV fluid help me with my demons wrestling

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

I'm not a cemetery's tally

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

Pain isn't shit

I'm not a cemetery's tally

I am

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Back from the dead

Like The Prestige

Can you finally hear me?

Welcome home

Back from the dead