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My head keeps spinnin and spinnin and spinnin* |
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I don't know if this is the end or it's the beginnin |
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Man I'm losin my mind, |
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I think I'm losin my mind |
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I think I'm losin my mind, |
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I sink deeper try to keep it in line[Mad Child:] |
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I'm feeling like |
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I wanna die |
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I'm an addict, |
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I'm not talkin 'bout a ****** marijuana high |
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****** the gangster talk, |
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I'll smash your teeth in with the baby |
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GlockI'm a mental patient spittin crazy talk |
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I'm talented but life's a balancing act |
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And I am way off of alignment, the payoff isn't time yet |
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I'm so ****** broke |
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I'm puttin clothes up for consignment |
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I used to be white lightning |
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Now I'm sittin in a dark cloud, wonderin where my mind went[Mad Child laughs for a few seconds] |
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Y'all know where to find me! |
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Behind closed blinds, |
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I'm on my type-a-writer |
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While I watch a spider climbin up the wall |
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To spin a web, and catch a fly and watch him die |
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He sucks all of the blood out of him then |
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I start to cry |
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I don't know why, |
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I don't know why he swallowed a fly |
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You're all gonna die; that's my only comfort |
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I smashed my i |
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Phone before you get my number... |
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I'm clinically insane, mentally deranged |
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Hangin from a string strangled by a chain... |
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I guess all of the drugs have done a number on my brain |
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****** it![Chorus x2][Prevail:] |
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Yo I look up in the sky, |
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I see the sun ******ning |
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So why's my mind spinning? |
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Arkham Asylum |
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Dark Knight, |
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Ra's al Ghuls, |
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Scarecrows, |
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Jokers, Riddlers |
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Catwomen and |
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Penguins, |
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Spidey sense is tingling |
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Hobgoblin, |
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Doc Oc, Sandman, and |
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VenomMy mind starts to die/dye like it's indigo denim |
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Time for me to |
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Sean Penn 'em, lose 21 grams |
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It's the game at close range, |
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I'm the Falcon, he's the |
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SnowmanHe's drinkin down a |
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Pepsi while |
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I'm openin a |
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Coke canMy first show in front of ten thousand out at |
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Snow JamNo man, old man, take a look at my life |
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Carve my name in the tree with my own pocket knife |
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Yeah I'm classic |
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Old Spice, you a |
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Spice Girl, "Scary" |
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Selling off my mental property, "Glen Ross Glengarry" |
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And I know it's around here somewhere on the property buried |
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But I'm plastered like a poster - |
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Obey, Shepard |
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Fairey6: 30 every mornin, is when |
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I get up like |
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BanksyJet to the studio |
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Mad's trippin sittin angtsy |
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It's reality and fantasy but |
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I can't separate |
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My feet are on the ground so how the ****** my body levitate?[Chorus x2][Mad Child:] |
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In no way is this meant to disrespect my family or |
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GodYeah... |
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Okay seven day coke binge, heroin in tinfoil |
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Heroin in pill form, brain egg hardboiled |
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Mad Child chase dragon, turn into a gargoyle |
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Grade 7 mom took me shopping down at |
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Park Royal |
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This is not the life that |
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I have dreamt about |
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Mentally I'm emptied out, rapping while |
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I vent with a demented mouth |
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Sentimentally my sentiments are printed out |
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Now stick a knife inside me, giving you something to think about |
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Insanity, it's hereditary, grandma got dementia |
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Grandma tried to kill herself, she's suffering from depression |
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And Mad Child suffer from depression |
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So am I going to try to kill myself is constantly my question[Chorus x2] |
