Stockholm Syndrome Lyrics

Attention everyone

We're putting out a purple alert

Because it seems that VJDAMUSICMAN has gone missing

We have no clue where he might have gone

All we see here are the initials MH

MH? What could that be?

Ayo what's up everybody?

I know it's been a minute

Musicman hung back and let the vocals sing it

Escape the retrograde and hand grenades

Turned up the kinks, the trauma starts to fade

And now ooh aah the painter paints

While that blank white canvas intimidates

In that hoo haa I'm tryna date

With every swipe right swipe left tryna rate

Cause I was cooped up in the house

Looking ready to pounce

Anxiety depression they battling the oppression

And I spent time in the closet, wearing that Gucci suppression

It's that limited edition, now I contemplate positions

Like vers top vers bottom, I'm just trying to cuddle

Interrogate my issues tell my family to huddle

The storm was gloomy in my head but now it's turned to puddles

Boulders rolling down have all faded into that empty rubble yeah

Uh cause I get it get it, my tunes reach the masses, merit merit

And tricks are for kids, no rabbit carrot, if he wants this cash, I need a karat, clear it

Cause every breath you take, you gonna feel the sting

Bitches know its a wrap when I start to sing

And my records gon' smash, no mouth I'm all star

Till MusicMan in bright lights, fuck em cop cars

Don't go back down that road

All this time you've tried to unload

Maybe you can change your mind and tone

Don't fall deep into stockholm syndrome

I was the MusicMan, now I'm the Mad Hatter

The real Mad Hatter, yup the Mad Hatter

So won't the maddest hatter in here fill my cup?

Fill my cup, go on fill my cup

Mad Hatter?

Stockholm Syndrome

So is MusicMan gone for good?