Alrighty
Let's go
Uh, ah
You can
freak me out, you can throw me in the lion pit
You can borrow
my hands and tell me I'm not here
I'm a mad
Pac-Man, livin' in a leveled world
Everywhere
I go I don't know where I am
You can
call me cracked, you can call me mad and stifled
You can
hold my hand, sail me into bathing light
Everybody
knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
Everywhere
I go, I'm stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out, stressin' out
You can
hide your head, you can throw me in the lion pit
You can
borrow my days and tell me I'm not blue
Everybody
knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
Everywhere
I go, I don't know where I am
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out, I'm stressin' out
I'm
stressin' out
[ScHoolboy
Q]
Uh, how can
I trust truth?
Uh, when I
ain't got nothin' to sell
I shattered
my thoughts to get out my shell
Uh, why
would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tails?
Ayy, can't
dream if my ego is broke, nah
The jokes
that try to find the answer to nope (uh)
My type of
drive, you can't buy this shit
You got a
heart but it don't beat like this
I had a
spark, then my mind went trip
Create the
wave so the vibe all mix
[2-D &
ScHoolboy Q]
(I'm a mad
Pac-Man) Suu
(Livin' in
a leveled world)
[ScHoolboy
Q]
Yo, I been
at the top of the top
Fell from
the ceiling before I fail
'Cause I
needed to grow, Bruce Lee, royal with the glow
Uh, walked
on the edge, fuck tryna dream in the bed
'Fore I die
on these meds, niggas gon' die on the feds
'Fore I
make it to jail, prolly put one in the head
Fuck the
judge and the prosecutor for hangin' me dead
Plus thirty
and still movin', I'm closer to live, right?
Closer to
live, right?
All the
trauma from past never taught me to fear heights
Normal to
fly now, can't be stuck in the red lights
Take
flight, the life gon' bloom for the Black Knight
Keep a
piece, no buddhist, got the whole hood boomin'
I'm like a
crip how I stewed it, you on your ass, stuck, stupid
You makin'
we look bad, I rock the beat, won't crash
I had to
fill my bag, I had to hide my stash
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário