Esham - Get My Head Together lyrics

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Esham - Get My Head Together lyrics

I hear voices in my head My head hears voies So many choices I'm coming down off a bad trip And I'm sick of the bullsh** It ain't my fault It's all my fault Who's fault is it It doesn't matter Can you understand I live the life of a mad man I'm a psycho Suicidal Not Michael Like a motorcycle I can't understand myself Man I need help Who am I Am I Who you though I was It's not too bad cause I ain't trippin' Naw I'm trippin' Cause yall be trippin' You don't know me How you goin' know me When I don't know me I try to get to know myself Self knowledge and tell myself They're all gonna laugh at me I gotta get my head together It's the new style I gotta get my head straight I'm loosin' my mind I'm giving you a peice of my mind I got something on my mind One time but hey nevermind I'm loosin' my sense I got no sence No nonsense More dollars than cents Since I'm dyin' The world may never know if I'm lyin' Lying in my grave Hey I think I need a shave What's my name Who stole my brain Who should I blame Blame it on the boogie Blame it on the rain I can feel your pain I'ma say Hey I forgot what I'ma say Who, What, When, Where, Why, How I gotta get my head together I gotta get my head together I gotta get my head together I gotta get my head together I gotta get my head together I gotta get it straight I gotta get it straight I can't really wait I can't really wait for my mind Make up my mind I'm loosin' my mind So do you mind I don't mind If you don't mind Cause what's yours is mine But I need my own You know what I'm sayin' holmes You don't know Cause I don't know So, kick that hey My name's Esham Slit your wrist Drink a orange juice Hellalujah s** my dick What's it to ya I'm from no where I'm commin' straight outta' no where And goin' no where More broke more broke More coke for the fiends to smoke Come get me Lock me up I don't give a f** I gotta get my head together Man I'm back I'm the black devil And it that aint no joke What's up Who's playin that beat I'm commin' through in the back seat Cheap shots Cheap tricks But you can s** on my toe Hey ho you know That I'm the black bro I still don't know where I come from Lick my balls 'till my dick's numb Dum ditty dum ditty dum dum Redrum I feel like a redrum E-S-H-A-M Why I'm talkin' 'bout him Is that me You can't see what I can see Man whatever I gotta get my head together If bu*tholes were peep shows and the nigs And the window of the soul Of this f**ing ridiculous world an*lities got nothing on the worlds Except a signed royality check Forged signature The toilet swipe The maggot acid smile The glitch in the universal way, yeah A real boss abortion to brag about at your next BBQ