Guess the song: From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Sty. ro. fo. am
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so god. da. mn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bul. let holes
Tote semi-autos
Yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real, um
Keepin' it real, uh yeah
Life gets tough, sh. it is getting real
I don't know how to feel
Swallowing all these pi. l.l. s
Know my real feels
De. v.il standing here
Tryna' make a deal, uh
It ain't no deals
Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here
Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still