Nothing Wrong

Yeah yeah yeah Living in paranoia And to stop my head from spinning I sit and envision winning Hope that when I get there God doesn't say "I'm sorry, but champ I wasn't planning nothing better for 'ya" So I take a walk back to the beginning of my story When I was in High School, bummed it wasn't like Euphoria With big dreams to get more rings than a Sequoia Crushing over the chicks who studied to be a lawyer Reminiscing helps amidst all the pandemonium And writing down my fears Is sort of like a healthy way of taking Opium (Yeah) 'Cause it's soothing for the mental Homie I invite you Come with me clean up the skeletons As I face head first the ghosts of what I haven't dealt with And these bars that I write are way more than just a damn quip There's a mysterious lady I bump into on the street I think it's my guardian angel's way of keeping close to me Boy, there's nothing wrong with you You know You're just watching dramas Time to turn off the show I wish you could see from the place that I see You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree Boy, there's nothing wrong... This is unsettling Every once in a while, I lose my mind Because the fears that I feed start meddling With my wellbeing And that just leads to fits of paranoia developing To the point where rationale is out of questioning Just me and my mind in a cell, hands trembling Feeling a headache, cause the screams of other casualties are deafening And somehow in this scenario everything is menacing 'Til I break out from the box Causing a wave of shocks Stand up for myself, I'm the one who calls the shots Steady reminding me I get to be J-Dot And forging my commando knife I strike while the Iron's hot I rap for wayfarers who even when the road is long don't stop Hand on the wheel, Cross hanging from the mirror, Those are the ones I got So please put your lighters to the Top Boy, there's nothing wrong with you (Put your lighters to the top) You know (Come up to my side show me the world don't stop) You're just watching dramas (Hands in the air while your feet hop) Time to turn off the show (And come on show your teeth, show the one who calls the shots) I wish you could see from the place that I see You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree Boy, there's nothing wrong... Boy, there's nothing... Boy, there's nothing wrong with you You know You're just watching dramas Time to turn off the show I wish you could see from the place that I see You won and left your fears hanging dead from a tree Boy, there's nothing...