Mad Lyrics

Cooking up in this lab, got potions

Experimenting with failure, it's hopeless

Run away, I just don't get the notion

Could stand straight still and yet I execute motion

Throw thoughts up on the burner (on the burner)

From the cauldron on the table to the webs in the corner

Shit, I'm out of order (out of order)

The heads in the jars got me thinking 'bout murder

I been up all night like what happened to the brew?

I was tryna get it right but I kept fucking up the hue

Wait, please don't feel a fright, I swear I'll make it up to you

In the sense that it's a lie, uh let's see what we can do

Set the dripping of the spoon to the position of the moon

And I think we'll probly find that I'm existing far too soon

Should be 3005 like I'm living to compute

And by the time I've died I will be wishing to reboot

Terrvex focus, missed the warning locusts

Blood on the doors and yet this one's fucking goatless

Scared mess, hopeless, my thoughts do not know bliss

If I sold my soul would I still be fucking broke bitch?

See I been running, tryna hide

I think there's someone waiting outside

And I can't stomach no reply

It's over for me, I could not make it out alive

Thinking 'bout a homicide

Cause bitch I feel so dead inside

I'm running through my fucking mind

But I just cannot seem to find

A way out of this prison cell

I think l'd rather be in hell

My brain just won't stop ringing bells

I'm spinning on a carousel

Bitch fuck the clock, I get sick at every tick and tock

Grip the glock, trigger itching at the fucking top

Suck my cock, to every bitch who wanna break my heart

Think a lot, so that my brain don't start to fucking rot

Should I be worried about the recurring

Constant loss of understanding why my life so blurry

I been in a hurry, tryna get to thirty

Maybe I should take a second to enjoy the dirty

Part of life I'll probly miss

I wave goodbye then blow a kiss

To all regrets that I won't list

I'm sitting here to reminisce

The times that died when we were kids

Fuck the ticking sound life gives

All my days slammed into shit

I won't work another shift

I'm lost so come help me, bottles getting emptied

That's the cost for the emptiness inside my head space

Younger me I won't forget

Older me with no regrets

Me and bro gon' take the stretch

We don't need a hoe to stress

Got my weed and got my bread

Only thing I need for stress

Wrist is bleeding cause you left

Fuck fuck fuck fuck