Good Kid$ (Good Kids)
Messed Up
[Intro: Bernie]
(Sigh)
Man, I don't know what's wrong with me
Seriously, I don't get it
I'm messed up
[Verse 1: Gaby]
If you study the anatomy of my foolish mentality
You will find a kid who has dreams bigger than galaxies
Dreams of being the best at whatever path he chooses
He's daydreaming but he swears that his thoughts are lucid
Cause he wants to live lavish just like all his idols
Spending money on shit that will make him feel entitled
So he became a wasteman, in this world of wastelands
Throwing cash away, like it's trash on the pavements
(Yeah) So the good dreams got blurry
Cause ego was an open door, and pride came in a hurry
Manipulating his mind as it started to get slurry
Things began to change so his momma start to worry
As she said: Baby, what's wrong?
Tell me how you feel and I don't know what's going on
I know you growing up and I know that times change
But don't forget the picture of the child without pride in the frame
[Hook: Gaby]
Cause I'm messed up, I gotta fess up
Devil dancing on my mind, sipping evil from his cup
It's all just messed up, full of bad luck
Demons always everywhere, messing my mind up
Cause I'm messed up, I gotta fess up
Devil dancing on my mind, sipping evil from his cup
It's all just messed up, full of bad luck
Demons always everywhere, messing my mind up
[Verse 2: Gaby]
In this world full of trials, and moments of regret
Never forget to find your happiness in midst of all of this distress
Cause this life is full of dicks, who throw you sticks and stones
Bricks and bones, they don't leave you alone
The devil's laughing, eating mascarpone
As I suffer, in the gutter, my self esteem was smothered
By all these fucking demons who be eating all my dreams
Fuck the fakes, who show no love behind the scenes
[Skit: Bernie]
Man, what's with all these people?
It's like they plastic or something
Made in a factory? What's up with them?
Damn
[Hook: Gaby]
Cause I'm messed up, I gotta fess up
Devil dancing on my mind, sipping evil from his cup
It's all just messed up, full of bad luck
Demons always everywhere, messing my mind up
[Verse 3: Gaby]
Late nights, I paint pictures of myself
Pictures of a boy who thinks money's the only wealth
Thinking pride will help the healing of his inner insecurities
Temptations through my ego are quietly trying to lure me
Into this tricky trap
Like the ones for the cheddar and the rat
It broke my mind
All I'm thinking about is the big fat stacks in the stack
My mind is getting chaotic
I start to see the cracks and it's making me sardonic
Devil dancing with my ego and it's turning me psychotic
It's like I became a slave and now I'm getting robotic
It's getting narcotic
Becoming chronic
And I don't know what to do
I'm just lost in the thoughts of my youth
When I was a kid, and everything was a-ok
When all you could see, was love and innocence in my face
Knew nothing about pride, ego, and selfish ways
Dear lord, what I would give to go back to those days