Monsters in My Room Video (MV)

You can't tell me nothin' I'm a pop-star
You is just a fruit, you just a pop-tart
Yea I'm sippin' wock, yea that Wockhardt
Yea my dick sick but my Glock hard

I don't take pictures with guns cus it ain't cool
I got a legal piece, let that thang loose
Baby if you want that weed I got that dank too
I think I got some molly, but I ate all the shrooms
You could f*ckin' test me
Police can't arrest me
If you pullin' up on me
Better bring a weapon
If you wanna get next to me
You better have a check bitch
Cuz I'll break ya f*ckin' neck
Babe we ain't the funny type

I ain't got shit to lose
Besides my life and my shoes
Don't hesitate I'm off in eight
I'll break ya face with the rules
No master race we're all the same
It's been that way since man was made
Eleventh grade when shit done changed
I've seen the way with lucid doom

All the monsters in my room
Baby they remindin' me of you
Won't you come back to me
And maybe you'll see
Somethin' you like
I don't wanna fight
Yea I just wanna spend all of one night
Holding you tight, I wish I was there by your side
To make sure your safe and alright

But now that you're gone
After you took all my love
Yea I f*cked you over
But it's clear I was just too f*cked up
I'm used to just f*ckin' shit up
I'm sick and I'm stuck
So now that you took back the key
Alone I can't flourish enough
Ey alone I can't flourish enough

Cuz now that you ain't pickin' up
I'm my own number one
Too bad I'm six feet under
Yea I'm six feet under