Overactive Imagination

[Verse 1] Mind loser, grammatical abuser Tryna keep it moving, watched over by Medusa So I’m going hard as I say shit Manic Depression popped up on my playlist It’s just the experiences of Jimi Emotions so sporadic, hard to control the feelings Even harder not catching them in the first place I fear unrequited love so fuck a first date Lover’s lane, solo when I’m cruising Audiophile, I’m in love with the music Just me, myself, and I Just me, my beats, my rhymes Putting them together for project number six Fuck what you say, I know that I’m the shit But sometimes I feel like shit, what is the gist I don’t know, but maybe it’s [Hook] My Overactive Imagination Just my Overactive Imagination Some underactive chakras And an Overactive Imagination [Verse 2] They asking how I’m doing, the answer’s never less than alright Thinkin ‘bout trying meditation, if I could clear my mind then I might Or I’ll go on shooting sprees, claim temporary insanity And stand over dead bodies ‘cause they weren’t understanding me Fuck being a rapper, I’m just rhyming candidly Feeling insecure, so fuck vanity If it’s in my veins, I could just blame it on my family What good is a long life, if you don’t live it happily After all these songs, I’ll never be the same Going crazy on these beats, so much for being sane On a crash course, fuck staying in a lane As the ropes and razors call my name Not into fashion, straightjackets might suit me Yeah, this madness is quite soothing So I’ll just keep rhyming this crazy shit I’ve gone insane or maybe it’s [Hook] [Verse 3] What if my mind’s playing tricks on me What if I’ll end up making history What if nobody’s listening What if I’m just basking in the misery What if I’m just bitching What if I’m failing my life’s mission What if I tell her how I feel and she thinks I’m lame What if I tell her how I feel and she feels the same What if we were destined to be lovers What if we were just too scared to tell each other What if we end up under full moonlight, slow dancing What if deep down I’m really romantic What if I still fear rejection What if it’s the reason her name I won’t mention What if she doesn’t exist What if it’s [Hook] [Verse 4] I’m scared about alot of things, even scared to show it I’m scared I should’ve kept the drums going I’m scared my dream girl wakes up on her way to visit me I’m scared I might like therapy I’m scared there’s no silver linings in my playbook I’m scared I’m being too ungrateful I’m scared of my karma I’m scared my pen runs out of ink before I get these songs done I’m scared I get married and end up wifeless I’m scared I’m not a villain, just a sidekick I’m scared I’m not good enough to drop another project I’m scared I’ll just end up in some office I’m scared of failing I’m scared I’ll be the one homie that never made it I’m scared of my What If’s I’m scared I’m too scared, or maybe it’s [Hook]