[Intro: Weepy Voiced Killer "Don't Talk Just Listen" Paul Michael Stephani]
Don't talk, just listen
I'm sorry what I did to Compton
I couldn't help it
Don't know why I had to stab her
I am so upset about it
I keep getting drunk every night
I can't believe-
It feels like a big dream
I can't think of being locked up
If I get locked up, I'll kill myself
I'd rather kill myself than get locked up
I'll try not to kill anybody else

[Verse]
You, you've been on top of your shit for a while
And I watch you
I see you, you doing your thing
I've been just fiddling
With the different types of images that do appear in my brain
Now I'm insane
Vision faded ain't no way to change it
Got to regulate it
Feeling animated
It's been a long awaited
Bullet silver plated
Going into the brain
Fuck
I think that I get it now
The messages do not seem hidden now
The answers I see them so vivid now
I got grip on my light so I live it out
Poppin' like hella prescriptions now
As I breathe I let all my of demons out
Am I still the same, after getting fame?
Do I really know what all this shit about?
I cannot give you an answer
I'm rolling
I'm smoking that cancer
At parties surrounded by dancing
I'm fiddlin'
Trippin'
I'm trippin'
I did it
I'm taking them chances
Taking them chances (Taking them chances)
Taking them chances
Aye
Taking them chances (Taking them chances)
Taking them chances
Aye
Taking them chances
Taking them chances
Fiddlin'
Did it
I get it now
I'm living my life
I just live it out