Deep in My Room - Soma, Nick Sinckler, Adam Joseph

But to contradict that matter again

To the point where nothing matters again

More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved

And more fame just means more paranoia involved

I done made friends, lost friends, same hour

Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power

Uh, same tricks, same cowards

Why I be like fuck any nigga that ain’t ours

Never slipping, never threatened

I think they forgetting for a second non-fiction ain’t a weapon

Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic

Called oft psychotic, flawed by off logic, but I got this

Last night I saw the devil sitting in my room

And we greeted with a smile

Said that he had been there for a while

But to contradict that matter again

To the point where nothing matters again

More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved

And more fame just means more paranoia involved

I done made friends, lost friends, same hour

Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power

Uh, same tricks, same cowards