I'm taking over my body
Back in control, no more "shotty"
I bet a lot of me was lost
"T"'s uncrossed and "I"'s undotted
I fought it a lot and it seems a lot
Like flesh is all I got
Not any more, flesh out the door, SWAT!

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words

I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence

You're the judge, oh no
Set me free
You're the judge, oh no
Set me free

They say, "Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
There’s an infestation in my mind’s imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke cause I’m smoking them out the basement
This is not rap, this is not hip-hop
Just another attempt to make the voices stop
Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something
Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
This doesn’t mean I lost my dream
It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean

Nah-nah-nah-nah, ooh-oh
Nah-nah-nah-nah, ooh-oh
Nah-nah-nah-nah, ooh-oh

All my friends are heathens, take it slow
(take it, take it, take it slow,)
Wait for them to ask you who you know
(who you know, who you know)

Welcome to the room of people
Who have rooms of people that they loved one day
Locked away
Just because we check the guns at the door
Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades

Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
And how it is a door that holds back contents
That makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent
You are surrounding, all my surroundings
Sounding down the mountain range
Of my left-side brain
You are surrounding, all my surroundings
Twisting the kaleidoscope
Behind both of my eyes

All these songs I’m hearing are so heartless
Used to play pretend
But
Now we're stressed out
Used to play pretend
Used to play pretend money

Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless
They say "stay in your lane boy, lane boy"

But now we're stressed out
Dream of outer space
But now they're laughing at our face
Saying "wake up you need to make money"
Yo