Autobiography by Konan Doyle Lyrics
Some people tell me
They wanna see what I'm thinking
To see how I write
Well, why don't you give this a listen?
Just take a trip through my visions
Ha, what a stupid decision
But maybe you'll understand
How my music is written
Since you wanna know me so bad
I'll put my thoughts to the pad
Consider this - it's just glimpse of the past
Here are some thoughts in my head, yea
My ex was whippin that old Ford Escape
When that whore done escaped
Dog, I would look for her plates
Contemplate cutting her brakes Recording her face 'til she floors it
It's morbid, I hold the remains inside of my brain
Forward the date
Work for the place that I order restraints
And you think a restraining order could hold me away? Ah!
This coming straight from my brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
This coming straight from the brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
Walk in the office with walls full of doctorates
Watching the clock tick and tock while I wait 'til I hear what my option is
I'm sweating and shivering, I don't know maybe I don't really like the environment
It's a reminder of all of the prior events that got me involved with this
Maybe there is no resolving it
Doctor decided to double my pills again
Used to take 50, now I can keep it one hundred milligrams
I had my heart on my sleeve while she looked for hearts on her instagram
I'm just a simple man, I never cared for the likes on the internet, please hold the comments I Promise I probably don't give a damn, agh
If I said you had to say a rapper's game is half as great as this basketcase
And you mention all the crappy names
I'ma laugh and change this massive place right into masquerade
Beating half your face, until it's black and grey
Wanna see me blow up?
Where's the hand grenade?
If you plan to stay, you better stand away, this man is crazy, blow!
This coming straight from my brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
This coming straight from my brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
Maybe if I write all my thoughts how I write all my songs
Every night while I try to resolve all the problems always going on in my skull
Let 'em break through the walls, and escape through my lungs
Yea, this is gonna help me relax, huh?
Right until my head starts telling me to snap, huh?
Damn, I think it's time you mawfuckas better back up
Cumming to an end, guess I'll show you how to wrap up
You know I ain't carrying a stick
Even if I did I'd be a gillie in the mist
You'd be silly if you really think I'd be the guy to miss
It's a pity that you pity me, belittling, but maybe you'd look pretty in a pit
I go HAM all-round, piggy on a spit
Stand my ground, I won't listen to a bitch
Throw hands right now, I don't need to be equipped
Spit it like it is
But I pictured it a little bit
Women getting lit and getting millions
Ghosting all these women in my living room I feel like it's insidious
But the only difference is these women ain't as hideous
Doyle are you serious?
Nah, I'm just a realist
You know I'm a lyricist
Writing how I'm feeling is just how I learned to deal with it
If it ain't the type of thought you people wanna re-visit
Get up out my headspace, you don't wanna be in it
They wanna see what I'm thinking
To see how I write
Well, why don't you give this a listen?
Just take a trip through my visions
Ha, what a stupid decision
But maybe you'll understand
How my music is written
Since you wanna know me so bad
I'll put my thoughts to the pad
Consider this - it's just glimpse of the past
Here are some thoughts in my head, yea
My ex was whippin that old Ford Escape
When that whore done escaped
Dog, I would look for her plates
Contemplate cutting her brakes Recording her face 'til she floors it
It's morbid, I hold the remains inside of my brain
Forward the date
Work for the place that I order restraints
And you think a restraining order could hold me away? Ah!
This coming straight from my brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
This coming straight from the brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
Walk in the office with walls full of doctorates
Watching the clock tick and tock while I wait 'til I hear what my option is
I'm sweating and shivering, I don't know maybe I don't really like the environment
It's a reminder of all of the prior events that got me involved with this
Maybe there is no resolving it
Doctor decided to double my pills again
Used to take 50, now I can keep it one hundred milligrams
I had my heart on my sleeve while she looked for hearts on her instagram
I'm just a simple man, I never cared for the likes on the internet, please hold the comments I Promise I probably don't give a damn, agh
If I said you had to say a rapper's game is half as great as this basketcase
And you mention all the crappy names
I'ma laugh and change this massive place right into masquerade
Beating half your face, until it's black and grey
Wanna see me blow up?
Where's the hand grenade?
If you plan to stay, you better stand away, this man is crazy, blow!
This coming straight from my brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
This coming straight from my brain
Welcome to Konan's lobotomy
Fuck what you thought of me, this is the closest you'll get to an autobiography
Maybe if I write all my thoughts how I write all my songs
Every night while I try to resolve all the problems always going on in my skull
Let 'em break through the walls, and escape through my lungs
Yea, this is gonna help me relax, huh?
Right until my head starts telling me to snap, huh?
Damn, I think it's time you mawfuckas better back up
Cumming to an end, guess I'll show you how to wrap up
You know I ain't carrying a stick
Even if I did I'd be a gillie in the mist
You'd be silly if you really think I'd be the guy to miss
It's a pity that you pity me, belittling, but maybe you'd look pretty in a pit
I go HAM all-round, piggy on a spit
Stand my ground, I won't listen to a bitch
Throw hands right now, I don't need to be equipped
Spit it like it is
But I pictured it a little bit
Women getting lit and getting millions
Ghosting all these women in my living room I feel like it's insidious
But the only difference is these women ain't as hideous
Doyle are you serious?
Nah, I'm just a realist
You know I'm a lyricist
Writing how I'm feeling is just how I learned to deal with it
If it ain't the type of thought you people wanna re-visit
Get up out my headspace, you don't wanna be in it