(Nina Simone)
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Verse 1:
Yea, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained
But I’m fucking bi-polar, so let me explain
There’s something in my brain, that triggers
And next thing i'm going insane
The manic highs, depressive pain
That girl get fuckin’ weird,... like Ye
Tried my best to read the bible
But I’d rather shoot my brains with a rifle
Scary
I rarely ever gave a fuck
For almost my entire life, my mental health sucked
I’m only rappin’ cuzz I need to get my money UP
So I can trade my Kia Soul in for a fucking Wrangler truck
Ughhhhh
The only drugs that I need is shrooms
And if I ever get famous, the fuckin’ world is doomed
BOOM!
Corporate America…enslaved like Coons
I’ll turn my notice in and cuss these fuckers out on Zoom
(Nina Simone)
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Verse 2:
Yea, what’s understood ain't gotta be explained
But when my family hears this, they’ll probably be ashamed
My dad bi polar too, but he not the one to blame
It all started when my ancestors got enslaved
For about a week, I didn’t get no fucking sleep
Next thing I know I ended up at Wekiva Springs
I was in that bitch off the shits, like a fuckin’ fiend
Making a bunch shit up in my head like I was in a dream
They gave me 800 milligram’s of lithium
I couldn’t swallow my food, cuzz my whole face was numb
Had to go to the E.R, cuzz my whole body started to quiver
I was looking like Michael Jackson when he was up in Thriller
Chiller
But I’m not taking any more meds
But last thing I want to do, is get shot by the feds
And I know that sounds a little frantic
But police lowkey need to panic, when Marie is Manic