Lyrics:

First entry to Everready: The Religion
It's called 'In My Head'
It's dedicated to my Marine homeboys, Foxes
Second battalion, fifth regiment, like this...
A lot of talent, a chemical imbalance
And MDMA (MDMA)
I can't reroute it so people they hear 'bout it
And tend to turn away (Tend to turn away)

Kinetic, you bet it's somethin' movin' your head
It's prophetic, so get it embedded, let it control your bodily (Cheah)
Close to lettuce, my head is far from synthetic
You credit this vet as poetic, that is merely a part of me (Cheah)
The other part, it be wicked, similar to psychotic
We kick it, we frolic sickness neurotic fought at the God in me (Cheah)
Mixed with erotic on top of Hennessy and Hpnotiq
You got it a solid sub-savage knowing not of camaraderie (Cheah)
Don't want kill ya (Somethin' in my head)
Is makin' me done deal ya (Somethin' in my head)
Is making the gun fill ya (Somethin' in my head)
Is makin' me want drill ya, can we get familiar? (Cheah)
Check, always fantasizing on gettin' sex
Wettin' that and settin' Tech up on you carressin' breast (Cheah)
Sweatin' that you'd get me vexed and not get your second breath (Cheah)
Stressed you would've been left where you was beckoned then we neck and neck

Everyone want go heaven (Everyone go heaven)
But nobody want dead (No)
The place where I have no relaxation (Relaxation)
Is in my head
Everyone want go heaven
But nobody want dead (Oh, no)
Liberate me Lord devastation
Is in my head

I keep that one that'll heat ya (Cheah), so you better like run better seat ya (Cheah)
Might get found under the bleachers, no one'll reach ya come to the creature (Cheah)
'Cause in my head is a hole, dark and deep and it grows
Actually, capital G-O-D have mercy on my soul
I'm sick as I wanna be, get the hell up from front of me
When I spit at everybody yeah they gonna be feeling this for eternity (Cheah)
Boss many thoughts pretty lost but I cost plenty sauce (Cheah)
Soft killa crossed me tossed put 'em off in the moss
Respect my mind everyone (Somethin' in my head)
Says if he disrespect N9ne then he done (somethin' in my head)
Wish as I could put the .9 on his tongue, (somethin' in my head)
Says ignoramus you too famous for that to be done, son
Stuck 'cause I can't trust his bluff must
Clutch bust (hush hold up enough)
Woosah goosfraba makes you holla
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta

Everyone want go heaven (Everyone go heaven)
But nobody want dead (No)
The place where I have no relaxation (Relaxation)
Is in my head
Everyone want go heaven
But nobody want dead
Liberate me Lord devastation (Devastation)
Is in my head

Some people joke and say me loco (Cheah)
Throw evil quotes but, yo, they don't know (Cheah)
Doctor don't know (Cheah), so he won't go (Cheah)
In my head, it's like I said, I mean, I'm oh so (Cheah)
Full of decay and MDMA (Cheah)
Sin we in way deep off in the end like many men say (Cheah)
Slaughter you pay, he told me that you gotta today (Cheah)
Allahu A.K.B.A.R. with auto-da-fé (Cheah, cheah)
In my head, in my brain, dead am I? (Cheah, cheah)
Will I shed a cry when they red N9na (Cheah, cheah)
You might red N9na, but never dead N9na (Cheah, cheah)
But if you bled N9na, then you's a dead nigga! (Cheah)
Yo, I feel it you feel it, can we heal it? The devil's encephal
We rebels get it level no matter what it becomes (Cheah)
With the heavy metal impatiently wait with a shovel
For the wedos who hate the negros, I think I'm losing my Lithium

Super savage erratic you don't say
Such an attic combative you don't say
Sick his status so there's no Beyoncé's
There's no hope for Dontez

Everyone want go heaven (Everyone go heaven)
But nobody want dead (No)
The place where I have no relaxation (Relaxation)
Is in my head
Everyone want go heaven
But nobody want dead
Liberate me Lord devastation (Devastation)
Is in my head (Is in my head)

Everyone, everyone, everyone
They wanna go
To heaven
To heaven
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'Alright. Are we still rolling?'
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'That was 'In My Head'. We're gonna keep it moving, man
This one is uh, uh, uh, what do you call it?
It's like, uh, it's featuring other artists, you know what I mean?
I'm drunk right now so I really can't really speak
How I really wanna speak, you know what I'm saying?
But this one is called 'Groupie'
It's featuring Kutt Calhoun, big Krizz Kaliko, and myself—it's dope
Tank did the beat
This is one-hundred-percent, holmes, you know what I mean?
I just wanted to give you some bonuses, you know what I mean?
And this is a big bonus
'Groupie', check it out
Real stories, baby—Tech N9ne