[Prince Paul]
Alrighty
Prince Paul
Uh, ah
[2-D]
You can freak me out
You can throw me in the lion pit
You can boil my hands
And tell me I'm not here
I'm a mad pac-man
Livin' in a levelled world
Everywhere I go I don't know where I am
[2-D]
You can call me crack, you can call me glad and cyborg
You can load my head, and send me into bathing light
Everybody knows, when I was sad, I fell for you
Everywhere I go, no stressin' out, no stressin' out
No stressin' out, no stressin' out, stressin' out
[2-D]
You can hide your head
You can throw me in the lime pit
You can boil my days
And tell me I'm not blue
Everybody knows when I was sad I fell for you
Everywhere I go I don't know where I am
[2-D]
Stressin' out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressing out, stressin' out
Stressin' out, stressin' out
Stressin' out
[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, how can I trust truth?
Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell
I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell
Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tail?
Ayy, can't dream if my ego was broke, nah
The jokes to try to find the answer to nope (Uh)
My type of drive, you can't buy this shit
You got a heart but it don't beat like this
I had a spark in my mind went trip
Create the wave so the vibe all mix
[2-D & ScHoolboy Q]
(I'm a mad Pac-Man) School
(Livin' in a levelled world)
[ScHoolboy Q]
Yo, I been at the top of the top
Fell from the ceiling before I fell
'Cause I needed to grow, Bruce Leeroy, with the glow, uh
Walk on the edge
Fuck trying to dream in the bed
‘Fore I die on these meds
Nigga gon' die in thee feds
‘Fore I make it to jail, I'll probably put one in the Head
Fuck the judge and prosecutor for hanging me dead
Plus thirty and still movin'
I'm closer to live, right?
Closer to live, right?
All the trauma from past never taught me to fear heights
Normal to fly now, can't be stuck in the rear lights
Take flight, the life gone bloom for the black knight
Keep a peace, like Buddas, got the whole hood boomin'
I'm like a Crip high student, you on your ass, stuck stupid
You makin' weed look bad, I'll ride the beat, won't crash
I had to fill my bag
I had to hide my stash
You know the cop lights flash
I had to clear my dash
I represent my flag
I gave the hood my last
Every food crumb in it
I had to change my image
The brain don't got limits
Think a mil', me winning
Pigs out here skinning
His soul ain't authentic
You died and still ain't living
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