[Verse 1]
Look inside the mind of a thinker
Minute you rolled in, you became my Rodin
I’m as blatant as the Satan’s middle finger
So you better hear me out for real when I say

[Bridge]
I don’t know who I am anymore
I don’t know who I am anymore

[Verse 2]
Maybe it’s the imposter syndrome
Kicking in, strongly pinching me
In the chrome helmet called the dome
Some people call it the brain
The cognitive, the imaginative
Organ that also renders pain
I just wanna go home and sleep
Slow and deep meditation called a dream
I just wanna go home and sleep
Slow and deep meditation called a dream
That’s where I go to be woken up. it’s my reality
Who are you to say otherwise? screw lobotomy
Honestly a part of me kinda wants it, uh oh
Erase all data and reset like the iPhone
I might go psycho and when I do
I want you to be George Milton, I'm Lennie Small
A very small fragment of the cranial
Of a maniac has enough potency to reduce all terrestrials to a ratio so minuscule
Bring a TI
No more drools, you’re back in school called Me High
Not taking attendance so feel free to skip out
A lot for you to miss out. Bye
Me out