Looney Bin

This series brings you a listening program of masterworks Whichspan 500 years of music history Taken together, the listening program provides a core of great music Of which to build a lifetime of listening All this music is included in the accompanying recordings And each lesson contains useful teaching suggestions for your convenience For making music your own is a carefully planned music learning program Yeah, hahaha What you say Hahaha No No, shut up Shut the f*ck up bro Different day, same shit, same problems (Same problems) Watch out, I got skeletons in my closet New cash, new shit, new problems Never change shit, don't worry, still got it Yo, I'm true to myself, if that means you don't like it well Then I suggest you f*ck yourself, don't look at my ass for help, pause But all these fake boys, fake rappers always making fake noise Always in your face, man I hate jaws I hate the pick me motherfuckers doing jigsaws Just to try to get some fake pussy from a fake broad, woah Woo Shit, yeah I'm not a rookie in the draft I'm blasting outta here fast I know what you need, so don't tell that you gon pass Don't tell me you want the bag Cus then you not on my team I'm a walking contradiction An oxymoron of things I know all my means, they're plentiful in my dreams I'm cutting out all the fluff, the things that I'll never need The things that you never see The things that they never know The things that I want to leave The things that I often show, ahh Woah woah woah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah Just a young man with a soul and a conscience There's a roof beyond this Truth behind this The truth defines the blurred line between tricks and loosely tied bits Of lies defying God, like divine Gods focused on chicks What is this Will I be alone forever, that's just how I feel That's what seems real Perception is reality And I perceive, I'll never get home in time to see, my mama proud of me Shit but I'm a prodigy A prophet sent from God to see the truths of all reality The truths of all totality, morality, and agony I think God threw that last one in cause he was mad at me But I still got an ace in the hole, a hole in my soul And only the holy spirit knows all of my goals Will I find the truth before I lose my self-control Or I go rogue Or have a manic episode And they put me in some home Where the walls are styrofoam And I listen to the radio, while I sit alone