Head Games Video (MV)

So here I am
Back where I said I'd never be again
My heart is flying, no my heart is lying
Telling me I'm alive when I know that I'm dying
You'd look at me, and see me smile
Explaining things that won't happen for a while
But you don't know that in my mind
There's a pile of bodies, that if you'd line them up, they'd go for miles
Why do I always say the same thing?
Why do I always have the same dreams?
Why do I always use the Atlanta snare?
Why do I go for it, though I know it's not fair?
They'll call me out tomorrow
Then I'll feel like I can win
I hope I can, I want to live
But then I'll slip, guess it was hit or miss
32 left, gotta keep it going
I freestyled over it moments ago
Before the ink hit the tree and I started writing
Cause that's when something always starts fighting
I guess I should know
But when it was eleven fifty, I didn't look out the window
All today the wind didn't blow
Nothing to move my bones, nothing to move my soul
One half, less than that
Sometimes it feels like I'm not even me
Fame is a sarcophagus, and it doesn't really feel like family
I saw two today, but I've stored many more
Some of them are hanging on the walls
Some of them are lying on the floor
Which is why I don't want you knocking on my door
These head games, they are intense
I don't know what kind of test
Handle it with finesse?
Or walk up and kill it like I'm the best?
And I would but I'm not
I'm too tight like a knot
I've never won when I've fought
I guess I'm not what I thought
I need a little bit of something else
To make sure that I don't melt
Even though I know it's not about my pelf
But about the cards I been dealt
And if I play them properly
I don't wanna lose my property
I hope I'm living properly
I hope that He'll come talk to me