WARD-5E

I'd rather listen to Nightcore On repeat times twenty-four Than be trapped in a psych ward It's like Living life without an aorta with a vice cord Bloods pumping like a cyborg Like Sophia the humanoid Getting annoyed by her own voice Hanson robotics will control everything I might ask my nurse to marry me If I take too many pills I can convince the staff to bury me Donate my sarcasm to charity Saran wrap my parodies Like Looney Tunes With Merrie Melodies And tell him I need my organs For the worms in the casket Ewe that sounds drastic Like a room full of pads And a bed with no mattress Shirt wrapped to my back And a room full of plastic I'm supposed to stretch like Mr. fantastic My words are elastic Their words are Bombastic But this vest wrapped like a gift with no basket I'm pretty good at math But even better at fractions Cut my enemies in half Like Shu Lien from hidden dragons I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch This is the chronicles All black and no Riddick Sleep with one eye open Like a monocle Seeing with double vision Leaping over obstacles Till the day that I'm finished Put your glasses on and read it Put your cash on me this evening Count your digits I'm above the ceiling That was keeping me constricted Like I'm jumping over midgets Counterclockwise I keep spinning I encountered archives missing My authenticity has risen I buried underneath the kitchen Like recipes for Popeyes chicken That twisted and look different From the original depiction Drifting from the blueprints that were printed As I paint this image Sitting in the house that I'm living in I don't care about the critics I don't do this for attention I know that imma make a killing Like death row without a sentence I go ghost to those who menace Walkthrough walls That once were rigid This is paranormal witness To watch me do it without assistance If you don't like me Then Homie it's alright I used to drive myself crazy Just to be liked I was in WARD 5-E Tryna get myself right Now I don't lose sleep If you curse me at night Still eat good if I have an appetite I got a full fridge And my closet outta sight I block relatives If you ain't positive And if you ain't real? Then you not relative That's the deal I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I heard you didn't like me This is a poltergeist With a white screen I'm bout to make your heart melt Like its ice cream At night Watching you scream Like a white girl on Friday the 13th You mad cause my pants loose You can't think In them tight jeans I swim fast You would think I'm a Pisces I'm a shark This is jaws biting Your leg to the white meat You in the hood tryna sightsee If you really from the hood You try to move from it Who wants to struggle Playing a game of who done' it Not tryna make tunes Or make grooves from it Flashing plastic guns In a video Talking bout you got tools Like a plumber When people dying in the slums from it You dumb dummy A lot of people die Tryna bag money Tryna do something A lot of people pushing snow Like an episode of Cool Running Gunning for Olympic gold Pushing that December cold First place intervals Now who run it? Only a man in a suit Making moves from it yeah. I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch I apologize if I'm doing way too much I just been feeling a little bit out of touch