Loony Bin ft. Hir-O Lyrics

Welcome back, Hero

Gather round, cause I'm handing out L's like they weed donations

He's so brazen, keep on blazing from the 734, you know the depot station

Headed to the city for the relocation

Feet don't fail me, I got gangrene growing

Please don't sell me on how to make things golden in my life

cause I truly like the way things going

I was 25, slowly becoming a lazy poet, but I'm back on it

I really can't call it

I hear the ghosts of my heroes in me, my raps haunted

So here it goes, I'ma offer you one last warning

Then I'll smack you out the plane and fly past orbit

Rapping in the morning at the coffee shop just for the change of scenery

Brain was a mess and I forgot to pay the cleaning fee

Living in digital dystopia, way it seems to be

Mental state decaying recently, I read and weep

Lost my mind, you might have seen it on the evening news

Threw me in the loony bin for like a week or two

In mental prison, it isn't a single thing to do

Living in the algorithm while I sing the blues

Lost my mind, you might have seen it on the evening news

Threw me in the loony bin for like a week or two

In mental prison, it isn't a single thing to do

Living in the algorithm while I sing the blues

I get ghost like Pat Swayze

Expect the most of every 24 and never trip on them bad days

Once I found the lying whore that told me that rap pays

Another one will bite the dust like they rolled in a ashtray

Roll it up, light it up, let's get silly goose stoned

You ain't climbing high enough to sit on dude's throne

From the moment they snapped my umbilical

I known I had chemicals in my brain that made me different from the go-damn

Intrinsic feelings and thought patterns

I thought I hit a ceiling on the way up to God's ladder

Man, it's getting chilly, so I wade in the dark matter

Already told you I'm smacking you out to Mars or Saturn

Rap's Norman Bates, make a killing at the Red Roof or Day's Inn

I'm in the middle where I can't lose and can't win

I be that skinny dude with tattoos and pale skin

Hate to tell it to you, but it's bad news breaking

Lost my mind, you might've seen it on the evening news

Throw me in the loony bin for like a week or two

And mental prison, it isn't a single thing to do

Living in the algorithm while I sing the blues

Lost my mind, you might've seen it on the evening news

Throw me in the loony bin for like a week or two

And mental prison, it isn't a single thing to do

Living in the algorithm while I sing the blues

Lost my mind, you might've seen it on the evening news

Throw me in the loony bin for like a week or two

And mental prison, it isn't a single thing to do

Living in the algorithm while I sing the blues

Lost my mind, you might've seen it on the evening news

Throw me in the loony bin for like a week or two

And mental prison, it isn't a single thing to do

Living in the algorithm while I sing the blues