[Chorus]
My mind is mindless
I decided, if I survive this life is priceless
But since it might end tonight
Then I guess I got a license to dive into the vices
ID crisis
I need silence, a tiny island
Whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 1]
Drop the mic in and throw Mike in
Not Tyson, but something like him
And you will find that despite his mind
His flow's dope as the lines in his sinus

The nose knows I’m my own worst enemy
At least I’m better as the person I pretend to be
Drownin' in Hennesy, the remedy
When I dream of fast cars, black cards - red card, penalty

Can’t see ahead of me, I am mentally ill
They take it, don’t get it, but say it better be ill
And to Cannon’s credit, he’s spittin' steadily still
Honour me with an effigy but it better be real

I’m unstable, wasted wasting time on cable
I’m tongue tied while I’m tellin' this dumb fable
I’m still in an age that demands that art’s tasteful
But I’m first to say “I don’t give a damn” like Clark Gable, what's up
[Chorus]
My mind is mindless
I decided, if I survive this life is priceless
But since it might end tonight
Then I guess I got a license to dive into the vices
ID crisis
I need silence, a tiny island
Whoa, whoa, whoa

[Verse 2]
Yeah I’m spittin' that monotonous prosody
With accomplishments obsolete, my hypothesis ought to be
That I’ll just remain an awful anomaly
'Cause I’m awfully calm as the damn apocalypse swallows me

And I’m probably insane like guano
'Cause I play the lotto and I slay the bottle
Yeah, residing in a state of awful, but
Everyone lovin' this guy like Ray Romano

So it ain’t a problem, nah don’t even mention it
Just a repentin' pessimist outlinin' epidemics
And it ain’t a pleasant sentiment, but Cannon is a medic
Walter Cannon’s settin' precedence so dammit, better let him in

No anaesthetics, Cannon said the pen is medicine
And you’ll impress 'em with repressed impressive pensiveness
Elegant rhetoric, I'm planting a seed
For genetic genesis of eloquent sentences on the beat
[Chorus]
My mind is mindless
I decided, if I survive this life is priceless
But since it might end tonight
Then I guess I got a license to dive into the vices
ID crisis
I need silence, a tiny island
Whoa, whoa, whoa