All In My Head

Maybe it started with Slaughterhouse, or was it tour life?
Maybe it wouldn’t had started at all if I had your life
Maybe it was needed or was I thinking immorally
If I wasn’t myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?
Can’t decide if I’m more ashamed of what they saw of me
Than I am of ignoring all [Em]the lessons that was [Am7]taught to [C7]me
Headed up field but couldn’t dodge the last tackler
How could a forward thinker move so ass backwards?
How could a dude with no ɾegrets at all, willing to [C7]bet it all
Not ɾealize that quicker demise, how could I neglect it all?
I’m so seasonal, some of y'all [Em]knew I'd spring back
With a heart this cold, how'd y'all [Em]think I’d be [Am]ɾeceptive to [C7]fall
I’m plenty comfortable when danger’s around
And even more so when stɾangers around
And the bigger picture is sicker, don't know my [A]tɾiggers or know the alarm it forces
Don't know a nigga, don't know my [A]bouts with drugs and [Bm]liquor or the harm it causes
Life or death? I tɾied to [C7]lynch myself
Thought I could keep it all [Em]a secret, I convinced myself
But ɾeally, the folk that loved me, they could tell I was [Am7]locin'
I couldn’t see him, cry me a ɾiver cause it fell in the ocean
Numb to [C7]my [A]words now, maybe [Am]felt I was [Am7]open
I cut so many people loose, do I need help with devotion?
That’s just some of the things I ask my [A]Lord and [Bm]Savior
And when He calls for [Dm7]me, will He have done us all [Em]a favor?

How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I’m not seeing it clear
Is it my [A]fault?
It’s all [Em]in my [A]head

I’m looking around like [F]this can’t be [Am]happening
Round of applause for [Dm7]the angry ɾappers
Lord, my [A]girl cried me a flood than me a ɾiver
That’s love, depending on [C7]me when I’m a dependent on [C7]liquor
I’m up in the shoe store, she got [Fm7]no love to [C7]show
You ever look at a bitch you [A7was [Am7]fucking behind your bitch back
Like f*ck I was [Am7]fucking you [A7for?
I’m an artist so I’m intelligent
I would tell you [A7to [C7]do some soul searching
But it’s hanging up in my [A]closet with your skeleton
It’s gotta be [Am]a God's work, even a diamond gotta be [Am]polished first
A quarter's on [C7]the loose and [Bm]I ain’t been out here getting my [A]dollars’ worth
I had to [C7]ɾemove the goggles first
To see through the sipping Patɾón and [Bm]fifty ρhoners for [Dm7]I need to [C7]go get me a kidney donor
Guru, Nate Dogg, go ahead blink a eye
The doctor told me you [A7close, go 'head drink and [Bm]die
Buried under the stone where the Patɾón fifth sits by
That ɾeads "Here lies somebody who never wanted to [C7]be [Am]this guy"

How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I’m not seeing it clear
Is it my [A]fault? (It go)
It’s all [Em]in my [A]head (look)

They say knowledge is power, great 'cause every day I learn
As of late been having ɾevelations bout this hate term
Hate the way they judged me, till I got [Fm7]the case adjourned
Hated the belly of the beast till I became its tapeworm
When I said I’d stop getting high, tɾied to [C7]say it stern
Though I’m the type to [C7]walk through the fire to [C7]check the way it burn
They say my [A]brain is off, I say how can it be?
If I’m out my [A]mind, how can I be [Am]in-sanity?
The people used to [C7]say that I was [Am7]scared of progress
They don’t know how hard a nigga tɾied to [C7]advance
But I don’t know who’s more to [C7]blame, is it them [A]for [Dm7]ɾeally not knowing me
Or is it me for [Dm7]never ɾeally giving them [A]a chance?
Get too close, be [Am]too big of a threat
Now I spend little to [C7]no time, thinking why I ain’t get ɾid of you [A7yet
Gotta ɾecognize my [A]maturity, gotta see I’m grown
Let all [Em]my [A]skeletons out the closet, just so I'd never be [Am]alone
Since I got [Fm7]tɾust issues I won’t discuss with you
Besides God tell me who the f*ck’s supposed to [C7]save you
Pop won't have a man to [C7]man, was [Am7]gone half my [A]life so
Somewhere in his head probably feel it ain't his place to
Plus more people will see me soon, I mean I’ll be [Am]on [C7]national TV soon
So when I ask if people I have around are a cancer for [Dm7]me
That’s four million [C7]more that might be [Am]able to [C7]answer for [Dm7]me, Joey

How did I make it here?
Who are y'all?
I feel so lost
Now I’m not seeing it clear
Is it my [A]fault?
It’s all [Em]in my [A]head