[INTRO] [VERSE 1] Life in slow motion, like my mind’s on Motrin overdose’n Replayin’ every notion, drownin' in my own commotion Tellin' shadows “close the door,” but they echo the motion Mockin’ me in slow-mo like a promo for my own implosion Hear a knock up on the window Devil rockin’ my Jordans I’m the villain in the vision, dual-wieldin’ my warnings Talkin’ to the emptiness, that emptiness be informin’ That the voice inside my head got my habits performin’ Think I’m sick? Man, I’m sicker than the sites that I’m scrollin’ Symptoms snowball in my skull till my sanity’s stolen Every breath become a threat, every sweat feel swollen Got a mind like a nine with the safety fallin' [HOOK] Shadow swing, shadow sting, shadow slippin’ through my skin Shadow twin in the wind, whisper “let the panic in” But I spin, never bend, fight the demon from within Take a look into the mirror: that’s the face I gotta win [VERSE 2] Heartbeat drummin’ double-time, drippin’ danger in the dark Every shadow shiftin’ shapes like it’s sharpenin’ a spark Heard a cough across the room, cross-wired in my arc Could be fear, could be air, could be end-of-days art Pop a PM, pop a prayer, pop prescriptions like a playlist CVS receipts unfold like scrolls from ancient sadists WebMD roulette / spin the bullet, never blame it I’m the patient I’m the plague I’m the panic I’m the lamest Mind mevsme like UFC on a cracked HDTV Me chasin’ me, breakin’ me, fakin’ free in 3D Shadow creepin’ on my jeans, blade gleamin’, sayin’ “see?” But the only enemy with energy’s the letter ME [PRE-CHORUS] Cold cuts, cold sweats, cold thoughts, cold threats Fear flex, reflex, recheck each step Swingin’ fists at the mirror while it mirrors my stress Punch a punchline in the glass till my grammar’s a mess [CHORUS] Mirror, mirror, murmur terror, error clearer in the crack Every fear I ever fed put a fever on my back Every cough become a coffin, every breath a heart attack But I flipped it, ripped it, gripped it I'm the hypochondriac Say it vicious, say it fact I’m the hypochondriac [VERSE 3] Round three, raw rage, ribcage rattlin', brain battlin’ Shadow javelin jabbing like a mannequin maddened If anxiety’s designer, then I’m dripped in disaster Rockin’ Prada-panic patterns with a psychopath swagger Told my shadow “run the fade,” now I’m taxin’ the fear Snatch the chain off its neck, let the panic disappear If the ghost got my face, then I’m closer than near I’ll body-check my reflection till the mirror ain’t clear Sickness fiction affliction, I’m addicted to doubt If imagination kills, then I died on the couch But I’m back, bitch, blastin’ out the static I sprout © 2025 - skvadMC
